—from a sign in a New York City window, 20th Street between 9th and 10th Avenues
1)
whatchu gonna do
wid all them
ho-mo-ny grits, gal
donchu know
up north
niggahs
don’ eat no fried grits
we eat blueberry
pan . . . cakes
like at the pan cake house
there is some fools
think they african eatin rice & shit
but they don’t bothah nobody
naw they don’ mean a thing
2)
pass the salt, please there honey
i wanta put some salt
on these eggs ’n grits
hey girl
where’s my check
cantchu move no fastern that
come up heah ’n forget how to act
if i waz a white man
sheeeeit if i waz a white man
i betchu wd jump
cross that counter
wantin to gimme
bushy pussy
huh, gal
3)
i seen ya wid that dude
BLAM BLAM baaaang
OOOOOOOO oooooooh
i say i seen ya
tits pushed halfway down his throat
BLAM BLAM BLAM
OOOOOO oooo oh honey
i aint gonna tell you again
BLAM BLAM
ya cant sell what aint yours ’n
BLAM BLAM
everything you got
BLAMMMMM BLAM bang bang BLAMMMMMMMmmmm
HOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooh
everything you got/ girl/ is mine
BLAM BLAM ya understand
sit down ’n shut up
4)
i’m tellin ya
that niggah’s got some nerve
bringin that bitch up heah in my house
she aint nothin but a
big ol hole wit painted fingernails
i know she cant get him off
like i can/ i know just what to do wit that stuff
girl/ i know that man
’sides
aint nobody’s cunt golden
5)
yeah, mama
yeah, mama
i gotta real nice job
uh huh, in a restaurant
real nice folks come there
uh huh i get good tips
everybody’s been treatin me real nice
& i’ma send for you ’n daddy
soon as i get to know my way roun’
’n get usedta
usedta . . . . .
From nappy edges