The black man walking

I know. He isn't black. He just isn't. He's another whitey but he looked, you know, he looked like a black man. He wasn't trying too hard. It seemed, I mean, just seemed to me as if he'd grown up where black people grow up. You know the black neighborhoods with black streets and black lights. Black merchandise, black souls and black intentions. But bleak prospects. Dark horizons. And a grey despair. You know why. Caus' muthafucka despair doesn't want to drown in the mass. So it's grey. Grey for everyone to see. He has a cross across his chest. The lord jesus saved him. From what ? From hell. And you aint there anymore ? Hell no.

Hell no