IN THE NAVY BABY
By Dickey
Wells
Copyright ©1999
All Rights Reserved
IN THE NAVY BABY
Raging Negroes surrounded by pounds of spiritual SHIT
Digested in their soul
Parroting street massacres fueled by post trauma slave spirits
Some Negroes come out the plantation with their eyes open
Others died on the plantation with their eyes open
I hate to write but the spirits run through my fingers
Like an orgasm between my queens mind
I hate to write but the spirits run through my fingers
Like a hundred slaves running from master’s socio-economic whip I need love, I need money, I need silence
My mother keep calling me, woman keep calling me
The streets be flirting with my despair,
So that I can be her bitch
So she desires to pimp me like she does the bloods and crips
she wants to turn me out like a vennesa de Rio flick
But I bounce back, and I hit her from the back
Knocking her projects down
Making her thick, long white streets get real wet
The streets get real slippery,
Like leaky faucets
In her cries for me to stop,
She screams, she moans, she repents
She says I can’t take dickey wells any more, For dickey wells is to strong, and to hard for me to control
Dickey wells is like the Nile River running through a socket
Big and massive, but yet to electrifying for me not to get charge
And it’s this 500 pounds of thrust in between her country, That makes her cum all over my reality
Forcing her to see me, and feel me, and love me, and realizing that I’m her I continue to put my intense mountain in between her boulevards
And corner stores, and drug spots
She’s losing the war on slaves, The plantation has succumb to my ruthless penetration
The sun begins to come out,
Sunshine is no longer on park ave
Now it even shines in the minds of the Africans trapped in this American rat trap
Where before no body was smiling
At the brink of my rescue of the disappearing Negro
The streets began to dissolve like the witch in the wizard of oz
Her ravishing streets began to turn into long legs,
Her profitable drug spots began to turn into her breast
Her false religions began to turn into her arms
And her white supremacy mentality has reveal it self as the
Head of the beast
Now that the world has seen the beast of revelations chapter 7 verse 6,
It has become the duty of the present generations
Too make her repent and ask for forgiveness,
And as the beast with long blond hair and blue eyes, began to run away back to the mountains,
She looks back and turns into stone,
For what she saw was I
And I being Dickey Wells Allah