Collective Black Thoughts

I.

I sing like Beyoncé but much, much worse
I share a mouth with the drunk professor
mind sharp as ever but wagging a slow tongue
I know exactly what I want to say
but you don't want to hear it

I am mixed up and love a good bargain
as much as my foremothers but draw the line
at an $8 bottle of Burnett's
Are you telling me they still haven't shipped
your forty acres? The mule got lost in the mail?
What is the refund policy? You seem
surprisingly calm about this.

II.

Listen to my burnt sugar voice: I want a nap
but I don't think I've earned one yet
​I want a fight but I just started to get used to
the way my teeth bend now
I want justice but I don't know what it looks like
What if I pass her on the road the same way I did
Jesus Christ? 

​I've never been good at U-turns.

III.

I met God and she's sick and tired of my shit
I would quit while I'm not too far behind but
they call the lotto numbers tomorrow night and
I'm asking around to see if I could borrow some luck
or a five-dollar.

IV.

Every time I think I'm on the way up
my cheek meets the cold floor
Every time my cheek meets the cold floor
I'm reminded of a nap I had once so good
it was hard to believe
that shit only lasted 12 minutes.

V.

I start cracking and have to bring it down a whole octave just to make it through the first verse
​I like to think I can carry a tune but this song is a little too heavy and a little high for my range.