I Dropped Outt'A School Poem by Marcellus Davis Jr

To kick it, on the asphalt Savannahs
'cause flour sack face teachers
don’t reach, teach, lace me up

‘bout my cultural ancestral masteries
how I raised ten ton stones, stacked

Kemet’s Sphinx’s, Pyramids or Imhotep,
men’s mysteries ponder how Black Titans
engineered man’s universal pillars!

Why do I know more ‘bout presidents,
vile moral criminals, the States first
bangers, United Black people peddlers
Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln?

Than I do ancestors freedom Masters
Hannibal, Fredrick Douglass,
Denmark Vesey and Nat Turner!

Sis’tah’z and Brotha’z arm up wit’ you
cultivate your crumb crushers fingers
growth in doses of take a suture
and sew future in infant minds!

Hey ‘Lil Bro’ don’t kill your kind
bury the Nine, reload your minds

create your own yokes, plant your thumbs
in the X-Box market, leave the Ball
on the corner and rush Wall Street, net

going up NBA style, turn pocket profits,
Bank swoll faces in black jugs,
man fluency, take a course in you,
stack up red bricks and build the first Black House!