Black people sure as hell bring out the Lucifer in Whites don't we? As soon as the white man spots a young brother the bullets fly. So far, the tables haven't turned, because we're not as Satanic as you. Centuries of your treatment is beyond getting old. One day we'll wake up. We might all die in the process, but we are damn sure going to take quite a few of you with us when the end comes.
The black man can't help it if when you compare dicks, you come out a little short. That's too damn bad. Learn how to please your women so she won't look the African's way. Strap on some shit if necessary. Get some soul. Stop killing the Black folks sons worldwide. Stop killing folks everywhere and learn how to FUCK. #1: See if you can find some damn rhythm. I'm not talking from experience, just heresay. I never wanted to sleep with the daylight at night time. Brown goes with brown, Pink goes with pink; in my book, never the twains shall meet. Everyone in the family didn't feel that way. I love the productions anyway. My blood's in there somewhere. Started with my Mother's surname; had a family member or two dilly dallying here and there. A couple of you dilly dallied too. A grand made some Puerto Rican wonders and here we be, a subtle League of Nations.
If this had happened to a couple of Caucasians, the ropes, sheets, fires and the bullets and lynchings would be never ending. We aren't there with you yet, but you surely KEEP ON PUSHING.