Food for -

Thought

Brain slimy

Like pot- noodles

You done - bought

At the corner- shop

Ready to ingest

Road to the fattest

But still

So far away from

Explaining this

Political process

This world view

Ingest it

Like soul food

Eat like

You at grandma’s

So don’t be rude

The truth- will come

Later

Thank me for taking

Ya eyes off the paper

Ignorance is bliss

I ain’t ignorant

It’s just sometimes

I choose, not

To- know- shit

If I stay focused

On my people’s

Purpose

Overwhelmed

With sadness

When I realise

We all worthless

That roach life !

Probably won’t gеt

It if you are white

Let mе tell you

That is alright

Cuz nobody

Know

Except

The roaches

They say we

Ugly and disgusting

Our presence

Be repulsing

Living -in- the- shadows

Watching the clock

Tick tock

By the hour

I know something

You don’t

That’s my people

Eating gun powder

Slamed

By a shoe

Shoved aside

By a broom

So much

Space

But so little

Room

To accommodate

Those who people

Hate

Mis-informed

To the teeth

Oppressing

And controlling others

Relieves

Their anxiety

Yeah man, that's for real

I be chilling with my roaches

Where people don’t aim

Their focus

I be chilling with my homeless

On the curb

On the street

In the gutter

Yeah you know where you can find me

I'm a roach

I'm a roach

I Do so little

Do the Most

I'm a roach

I'm a roach

I'm a roach

Now you see me

Now you don't