Verse 1:
“Long since my words pierced to the core,
Intentions healing, truth sought, nothing more.
Tightrope we walked, under urgent command,
Shielded from Karen’s greed, her deceitful demand.
Clockwork-like, scheming and digging with might,
You aimed to inflict Emmett Till’s endless night

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Verse 2:
“The same fate that befell your own flesh and blood,
Now mirrored in your actions, a twisted flood.
Whitewashing all you can, hiding the truth,
Illuminating white, black deemed uncouth.”

Verse 3:
“Honoring honesty, consistently I find,
In candid souls, true wisdom aligned.
Some may harbor bigotry, which I detest,
But if they speak truth, we’ll rise above the rest.
The truly despicable are those who deceive,
Crying ‘no justice, no peace!’ while they plot and conceive.”

Verse 4:
“I’m no possession, no stock to be owned,
Not your puppet, not a commodity to be disowned.
You crossed the line, now I’m furious, you see,
Like Django enraged, with you as Steve.”

Verse 5:
“To deliver with clarity, let it be known,
Burn your candy land, turn it into ash and stone.
Drag you by the hair across cotton fields so vast,
Digging a hole, erecting a pole, a spell cast.
Binding you up, setting you ablaze,
Winston Salem’s fire, where the witches lay.
You gave it your best shot, but now it’s my turn,
With fury unleashed, watch your world burn.
Watch your world burn.
Watch your world burn.
Watch your world burn.”

Verse 6:
“Like scenes from ‘Misery,’ I’ll speak my truth,
No falsehoods to soothe, just honesty uncouth.
Respect and honor, my modest appeal,
Standing apart with unwavering zeal.”

Verse 7:
“You, a classist bigot, hiding behind a charade,
No need to fear a nightmare cascade.
Gaze upon my face, reflection in the mirror,
Feel the weight of my ghost, haunting, drawing nearer.
Tears blur the vision, staining the passage of years,
Swiftly they’ve passed, invoking hidden fears.”

Verse 8:
“Remember Karenbeckystan, hate intertwined with love,
Lessons from the land, bestowed from above.
Yin and yang, symbol of unity’s grace,
I am you now, a mirror of transformed space.
No gain without pain, forgiveness I choose to give,
In somber gloom, a new life I live.
A new life I live.”

Verse 9:
“The Power of Platonic Love,’ my sacred script,
Unfurl its pages, seek solace, let your soul drift.
Be a mother, wear the pride with grace,
Guide your sons, ensure they find their place.
Be an example, a role model for your daughters,
Teach them where a man comes from, no falter.”

Verse 10:
“A mother knows, men face pain along the way,
But not all endure, some crumble and stray.
So many young men left disjointed, torn,
Labeled toxic, their worth ignored and scorned.
Society’s gaze, veiled deception’s shroud,
Perception limited, opportunities disavowed.
But within their souls, strength lies concealed,
Truths waiting, untold stories revealed.
Labels confine, deceptive societal guise,
Denied chances to shine, unable to rise.
Man’s essence disabled, truths yet unfold,
Mr. Black’s fable, hues and depths untold.”

Verse 11:
“I am black and white, a brown paper bag,
I am yin and yang, breaking Karen’s down.
I am black and white, a brown paper bag,
I am yin and yang, breaking Karen’s down.”

Verse 12:
“‘The Power of Platonic Love,’ my sacred script,
Unfurl its pages, seek solace, let your soul drift.
‘The Power of Platonic Love,’ my sacred script,
Unfurl its pages, seek solace, let your soul drift.
‘The Power of Platonic Love,’ my sacred script,
Unfurl its pages, seek solace, let your soul drift.”