What’s up my Niggas?
Why is it comfortable to say?
No matter what poets tell us
The young people continue to greet each other this way.
It’s like a word that we’ve brought with us
That is in our vernacular
It’s like words embedded in us
So personal and insular
There is something so powerful about us
We teach the rest of the world what to wear and say
Could we be those Kings and Priests;
Revelation talks about, here in our modern day?
It’s Hebrew words like Amen and Hallelujah
Spilled over into everyone’s culture
Words the rest of the world uses
Isn’t that spectacular?
For centuries our ancestors prayed
Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be Done
Now upon us, “Be unafraid”
The world must succumb!
Kufi prayer caps are now ‘Do- rags’
Rolled up and tucked under
Snug, worn above your brow
Now we know. “It’s no wonder?!”.
African Buba shirts or Jellabiya
Have been translated into huge T’s
With the hem below your buttocks
And just below the elbow is the end of your sleeve.
It’s Hammer pants and low crotch baggy pants
Those ARE our African garb.
It’s embroidery on your leather jacket
To luxuriate no day in particular.
Nigger, Nigga, Niggaz, Niggas, Negus
Is an Ethiopian Biblical word for an Emperor:
“All you Niggaz get on the boat!”
The tone was said to cause furor.
When you hear youth using the ‘N’ word
Tell them what it means
They are greeting each other, even if they don’t know it;
Telling each other they are Kings.