Rhythm

Babymamas;
Hood rats, naive, or both
Trifflin niggas;
Good dick.
Empty pockets.
5 kids
Baby got the sniffles so
Whip out that Medicaid card
And sit and wait for the African doctor and his Latino assistant
To be finished with the baby who's nose dripped like a faucet
Dripping with that cough that has made his throat so dry
His whine is kin to the sound of one of those
Old Toyotas painted yellow
With racer stripes.
And that trifflin' nigga
With his empty pockets
Won't feed the "family"
He'd rather sit on the couch playing his XBox 360
So for dinner, the specialty is served;
Easy Mac or Chef Boyardee Ravioli
What a feast.
But the baby is picky
Ungrateful
Even if he is just a baby
Anything is better than bread and welfare cheese.

- Sade' Miller