Play that funky music white boy
Why don’t you come out and play- boy?
Why don’t you come out to stay- boy?
What makes you think you can hang- boy?
because we’re from the same place son
because we all bleed like the same race, son.
I ain’t runnin, so what you gonna chase, son?
if there ain’t room for two- this here- is my nation.
Why I don't write rhyming poems.