by Raymond Nat Turner
“…iffin
Monee is de muthaz milk ob
Polytikz, den CoryBooker be
Mommaz boy, wit de golden
Tit neva too far from hiz mouf.”
My Wise Country Cousin on Cory
by Raymond Nat Turner
Now, sumpin' botha me 'bout
Dat ol' Booker boy
De way he loook in
Miss Hillreez mouf an'
Finush Massa William senez
De way he hike up
Hiz brichez—too ambisshuz...
'Bout dat ol' mule...
You know what dey say
'Bout de mule: he kickback!
Booker 'mind me ob an
Ol' boy we usta call
"Willie de Pig," "Willie Pig,"
Or, jus' "Pig" for short...
Dat ol' boy would steal
De stank outta chittlinz—
If it sell...
Why, he stolt—an' solt—
De firefightuhz jackitz
When dey laid 'em down
To res frum fightin' fiyuh
Up in dem hills...
Dat ol' boy even stolt
Hiz Granmammyz Sterlin'
Silvaware when she was
Down on her def bed—
Dey say dat ol' boy haf
No screwpulz...nun...
Don' know iffin' dat
Booker boy be as
Reptile-low as "Willie Pig?"
But, dey say he be
One dem knee-o-librul Negroz—
Seem lak dey all-wayz on dey
Kneez to de corporayshuns
When it come to sellin'
Our skoolz, pos offuz, prizuns—
Anythang dat ain't nailed down,
Eben sell de water runnin'
In de people's pipes!
Problum wit dem knee-o-librul
Negroz is dey be beholdin' to
Big Bizniz, an' iffin
Monee is de muthaz milk ob
Polytikz, den CoryBooker be
Mommaz boy, wit de golden
Tit neva too far from hiz mouf—
You caint surv two massaz...
Sides, dey got dat boyz
Eyz on de prize, dey growin'
Him fo de heist pos in de lan,
Dey growin' him fo de Offal Offuz,
Sinnut jus a steppinstone...
Naw, I don' haf gud feelinz'
'Bout dat Booker boy an his
Ilk, wit dey hifolootin' fizcull
Clifz, seequeztaz, gran barguns—
Tomfoolree fo carryin' on lak
Kleptoemayniaxe, privitisayshun
Masheens,choppin' away at
Sowshallseecurity and Medik'd—
Robbin' hoods...
Raymond Nat Turner can be contacted at upsurgejazz.com.
Raymond Nat Turner (c) 2013 All Rights Reserved
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