So Blunt you can smoke my truth
Black men locked up while in their youth
For an ounce or a half, Nickel or a Dime
Incarcerated wantonly, Healthcare was their crime!!

Healing is stealing or so they were told,
Daring to hustle, meant they were too bold
****** or coke, was reserved for those white,
Probation or counseling, made everything right.

A Blunt smoked the truth, a cops gun was the pipe,
The bullets were free, only we had a gripe!
A voiceless Nation, of Negroes unwanted,
A media circus, made sure they were taunted.

Medicinal value would then change the game,
When White you are right, while minority's stayed the same.
Convictions remained, we could not understand,
The Truth spoke the Blunt, revealed their master plan.

Divide to conquer, they're way too big for britches,
Separate then impregnate, their gullible black *******!!
The Blunt Smoked Truth, cathartic at best
No One left to listen, downtrodden while at rest!!

Lancelot