Hip-hop Sensation
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Dream of becoming a hip-hop sensation
Previously owned by a man
cursed with a disease he acquired from child birth
The CD man, they call him
sells the dreams actors and singers
In his hometown,
is famous
After dying from the plague
He is famous
enough to be on television In later news,
“CD man becomes latest hip hop sensation”
Or
“Police execute another black man”
Or
“Why we keep having this conversation…”
trends
on the internet
millions of followers will watch
record
He trends
in papers
on bloody loaded magazines
like the latest war movie
like
post trauma is so
trendy
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they say
the one in front of
the gun lives forever never
the sinner always dressed in lawsuit after casket
This, the price of fame
tried to tell him
tried to tell him your melanin
spreads in the summer
sun will only make you darker
full sun
will turn you angry black werewolf
Silver bullet camera aims
smile
like your life depends on it
they’re coming for your close up
Smile
all full of gold
All 32 karat shouts “Aye U hope you aren’t camera shy”
shoots
his mouth
a cult Canon
gunshot camera or both
fans love your smile so much
even face down they see your defiance
Why
Why didn’t you smile?
Were you under pressure
Did you struggle with your dark skin
Did you struggle with dark sin
Why did you look so guilty
We want you to be good
thought
you wanted to be famous
latest hip-hop sensation
Don’t you love us
Don’t run FREEZE.
Do as we say
we are your fans
we adore you
we cheer for you
in basketball stands
and football bleachers
in music video
Why don’t you love us
you misunderstand
We just want you to be safe
Don’t you
want us to be safe?
You’re sick! We don’t want to catch…
you’re Black Ok?
We don’t want no trouble,
G GO
goose
gold teeth
white tee Feathers made you fly
CD Man
Will I ever be as fly
as you
Record stops skips
Repeats
Mr. Sterling, Will I ever be
as fly
as you?
your fans love your latest hit
sounds a lot like the last
Like you were
my long-lost brother
like
I lost Oscar in the train station
On New Year’s
your children remember
your fans forget
your most famous hit a decomposed photograph
returns
its darkness
its black
back to the earth
waiting to birth
the next famous emcee.
