Real Nigga Poem by Craig Mize

Homie was born and raised to be a real nigga,
Not really knowing what it meant to be a real nigga.
Guns a blazing gotta kill niggas.
Now mamas crying real tears for these killed niggas, of real niggas.

The jail houses and prison cells is getting filled,
With these real niggas.
Burial plot after burial plot getting invaded by these real niggas. While the streets just replace those real niggas
With other so called real niggas.

But let me keep it real nigga. Most of yall are so eagered to die, Cause you are too scared to live nigga.
Been force-fed the idea that all you going to be is a nigga,
So you might as well be a real nigga. And real niggas kill niggas, They steal nigga, and even in death they still niggas.

You don't understand that you getting played like a game of chess. They rather you believe that you're a nigga,
So the thought of you being a black man would be put to rest.
Go figure your mindset now is that you are second best.
Naw my dude, don't be a fool, you are a king open your eyes.
You ain't no nigga, you're a black man, you and I.