Minstrel Show Ho'

Minstrel Show Ho'

My tears drain the joy from my soul leaving an empty shell, from which carries aborted love children out of my body and into the sea of painful reality...

My ears are filled with trickery music only heard by the lonely at heart, wishing for a solution to light their painful dark...

I am striving to be more than just a character in this minstrel show called life. I seem to want to be the star knowing the pain she goes through is so much less than mine.

As the lights shine and the camera starts I let it look into my eyes and tell the story of me through my lies.
I dance around the issues that cloud my mind making you all laugh at my niggerish buffoonery. I shuck and jive to keep this unpleasant crowd alive.

I am now your minstrel show hoe....

Fucking the beat and backdrops licking the sweet syrup from the toe tops of the audience to please and appease a never settled crowd.

I am a foolishly loud ad, foolish because that is who I am and all you expect from me.

The minstrel show hoe....

So it seems I am no good for anything but entertaining rock hard penises and cherry tinted lips all with a simple sway of my hips.

The minstrel show hoe must die.

 Go on to a place of rest past all your oppressive eyes and lie in the shallow grave dug for all the minstrel show legends.
Just remember they deserved more of what you never gave.

LOVE.