Until your name is on any of my checks…
Until your umbrella shades my decks…
Until you’re someone I’d say “Proud to know you”…
What the hell is it you feel that I owe you?
I’m a woman, and that is not a Gods damned thing
Unless I’m living in your house, unless I’m wearing your ring.
So you can bitch and moan, or you can cuss me and spit
But to a hostile outsider, I don’t owe shit.
If you want me to care about you or your dog or your mother
You can’t be threatening to kill me for simply being my color.
The psychotic en masse murdering sheeple stampedes
Were played out back in the freakin’ 1940’s.
It’s not my damned job to be nice to you
I got kids to feed, and plenty work to do
And there are men in this world who don’t fill me with regret
So to you weak ass punks, again, I do not owe you shit.
You say “we built the nation” like it was done with your hands
But for better or worse, your forefathers were MEN
Who didn’t shit on their table, but apparently spoiled their kids
So to you next-gen sellouts, nobody owes you shit.
If you actually embodied the ideals of your Ancestors
And not just a penchant for superficial racial slurs
And actually lived by something more than untested “wits”…
But while you’re fiddling the keyboard, I don’t owe you shit.
Nobody African is why your boss pays you a pittance
Or why you can’t afford that country club’s admittance
Well, except the few who are among the elite where you sit
So outside of Africa, I don’t owe you shit.
In Zimbabwe, someone might have taken your farm
In South Africa some dudes might have done you unanswered harm
But in the Americas from Chile to Alaska’s farthest tit
Where we get shot for being in a car wreck, I don’t owe you shit.
Wherever we have to butch up like a man
Whether to survive Gen. Butt-naked or Hitler fans
And get called ugly and worthless after surviving these gits
At the end of the day, we don’t owe you shit.
While you worship women who treat you like crap
Throwing money and pussy at every assimilant who thinks he can rap
Or every half illiterate sellout who puts a ball in a net
While you sit home and jack off to porn, we don’t owe you shit.
We owe our loyalty to the men who don’t need
A woman to be pretty or the same color or creed
To be recognized if she does right and doesn’t forget
But to the rest of you ass holes, we owe