The Galloping White Horse
Cocaine's Impact on Black America
I was hate primed
Late 80’s as gangster rap climbed
Standing in the face of crime as my entire race declined
And then the space divides
Many developed tastes for crime
Straight paths less wide as the widths change in size
In come the chains and the binds
Sam sang to change but not this of which he described
Out my door and inside, I can see all of these black lives
With black pride being replaced with significant flatlines
The figurative and literal, massive shift in a paradigm
We never got prepared to die
From smoking pot to snorting a pair of lines
To stovetops, baking soda, and coke, having black folks paralyzed
