My Grandmama’s House Is Now The EPA

my grandmama’s house is now the e.p.a.

call this place home & there’s hell to pay:

shady lane banks steal people’s cribs away,

police departments actin like the kkk,

turncoats treat my prez like a runaway,

we rock the mask & hoodie like a gamma ray,

but can’t be no union when our black asses ain’t okay.

shall we wait for the wiz to change the color of the day,

while witches of doom rain on our hey, hey, hey?

i’m just a black girl sippin ’94 du bellay,

steady plottin over a mean double crochet

how to make my grandmama’s house the u.s.a!

gonna wear my love like combat boots & berets …

see, them doctors can’t save you, but your grandma may.

see, them doctors can’t save you, but your grandma may.

see, them doctors can’t save you, but your grandma may.