by

POET

Dedicated to the Masters of Comedy..,

Richard Pryor, Redd Fox, Whoopie, Eddie Murphy,

Chris Tucker, Dolemite, Robin Harris, Bernie Mack,

Steve Harvey, Wayans(s) etc..,

U make me laugh out loud,

U make my frowns disintegrate,

The way U take the sting out of the hate,

The way U use humor to set the record straight.

Pure art my brother,

Straight art my sister!

U got all this race nonsense broken down in a gag,

the way U throw in a message underneath all the laughs,

True masters at work...

keepin' us laughin instead of crying,

keeping it real instead of lying,

Your chill sends spills, thrills and verbal skills to the hills,

You are humor punctuated with agony,

anger and aggression, jokes of discrimination,

self hate, depression, and oppression

keeps us from obsessin'

...maybe if it wasn't for you being at the DEF JAM last weekend

I would've hooked up with my man,

got the bullet proof van,

loaded up some of my mans clan,

got the artillery and fucked up this whole damn city,

takin as many of those hating, devil-assed bastards with me,

annihilatin 'em,

sprayin 'em,

mashin 'em,

straight blastin 'em,

…and when they came for us

Shit! We would've blown the whole damn White House up,

and ate lil’ Chelsea's blood, while slammin back

a 40 ounce of cold black revolution to the head...

SSHH! Be quiet, man be quiet, My man is up next,