by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
With Chicagoans in the street almost every day meeting, marching, teaching-in and demanding the resignation of mayor Rahm Emanuel, the poet checks in with his wise country cousin.
Rahmbo Must Go, says My Wise Country Cousin
by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
Now, you take me, I ainât got but a sekun grade edjakayshun
But, son, I kin smell a got-damn crook⌠wit no hezatashun
Yes, suh, took one look anâ knew de boy was rottin to de bone
Hi-tek, modurn, vershun ob Big Jim, Toreeo, anâ Al Caponeâ
Lawd, Rahmbo wurs den Mayor Daylee, Nitty, anâ Bugs Moran
Overseeinâ poleecemen datâs de paid arm ob de Ku Klux Klan!
I truss Rahmbo⌠âbout lak I truss a bank robbur up in de safeâ
Wusân dat olâ boy once de, uh, Commanduhâs Cheef ob Strafe?
Well, no wunda wen it come to killinâ Rahmbo no strangerâ
âCause ob his traininâ as Cheef ob Strafe foâ de Drone Ranger!
He, de Ranger, anâ dat olâDunkin boy ainât nuthinâ but crooks
Dey lak Jake âGreezy Thumâ Goosik, way dey cook de books:
Dem boys as crookit as Madeoff, markâd cards, anâ lowdid dice
Bizee lininâ dey pockits lak Deeon OâBanyun anâ Himee Wise!
Son, bak in de day, luv me sum Woff, Ice Man, anâ Loopinâ Louâ
But, I care less den a ratâs ass foâ de Ranger, anâ Rahmbo crew!
Dem boys is granâ mastas wen it cum to playinâ Negroz foâ fools
Karpit-baggers makinâ a killinâ closinâ up ober 50 ob de skools!
I dun tolt Negroz ober anâ ober: de Dems nuthinâ but 1% toolsâ
Criminuls dats makinâ de rules all wile deyâs breakinâ de rulesâŚ
But, kidz make âem throâ de poleez cheef unda Greyhounâ weelsâ
Rahmbo betta step his ass down wile deyâs still up foâ makinâ deals
Son, I guess de lawd shoâ nuff do wuk in ways datâs: strangeâ
Lak me in de streets wit de kids to axe fo'â âRegeem ChangeâŚâ
Raymond Nat Turner Š 2015 All Rights Reserved
I dun tolt Negroz ober anâ ober: de Dems nuthinâ but 1% toolsâ
Criminuls dats makinâ de rules all wile deyâs breakinâ de rulesâŚ
But, kidz make âem throâ de poleez cheef unda Greyhounâ weelsâ
Rahmbo betta step his ass down wile deyâs still up foâ makinâ deals
Son, I guess de lawd shoâ nuff do wuk in ways datâs: strangeâ
Lak me in de streets wit de kids to axe fo'â âRegeem ChangeâŚâ
Raymond Nat Turner Š 2015 All Rights Reserved
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