The Black Mismanagement Mafia

They are here, they are here. 

Have no fear. 

They come to take a check,

get a bump,

grab a mic, 

and make some lumps.

They are the black mismanagement mafia. 

The black mismanagement mafia!

Now mis-serving and swerving,

under-educating and coon-gesticulating

misleading and bull shit feeding you

your local outrage, 

your latest social media share, 

your scandal and "oh, no she didn't-s"

Just pay no attention to the tiny hands in your pocket, my sheeple. 

Doing deeds in darkness 

but it soon comes to light.

Doing dirty in alleys

but the streets will make it right, cuz

the black mafia vampires its next victim.

Down goes another black org.

Black-on-black corrupt,

Black on black back-biting

Black on red bankrupt.  

The black mismanagement mafia strikes again. 

You know the BMM: old-timers and has-beens

with trunks stuffed with 'way back when,' stories

and 'when I marched with Dr. King.' 

And they've been riding that same march ever since.

They got a thimble full of management skills

 and ferocity to defend.

No, not you or advancement.

They are protecting their turf,

lifting their hind legs

pissing in your eyes,

pissing on your head,

pissing in your ear,

leaking that tangy hot stuff on your tongue.

They are marking their territory. 

They serve as honorary board members

for corporations needing a muzzled black face at the table,

spend most of their leisure squatting on 'blackness.'

They'll run any org into the ground

jamming cronies in every nook and cranny. 

Then they grab their burglar sack and head out

begging to the community for a bailout.

BMM runs the August Wilson Center in Pittsburgh, 

many of the NAACP chapters in this country, 

the SCLC

CORE

and even some HBCUs. 

They accept kickbacks and airtime, 

but no responsibility for bringing down 

stanchions, columns, and legacies created to serve.

They got their crowbars in your pocket. 

They got their shopping bags out

Pay no attention to the tiny hands 

running up and down your thighs

between your woman's legs

in your child's mouth

picking out loose morsels

with no morals. 

Pay no attention to jheri curl perm 

shaking like a tree after April rain

shaking with laughter.

Pay no attention to the wetness.

behind your ears.

Join hands in the spirit of Umoja

Join hands for thee ancestors

Hop on the good foot. 

Ashe. Ache. Ashanti. Asti Spumante

And where's my gotdamn pimp cup?!?

Until one day you're walking down the street

minding your own piss and stickiness. 

and the mafia meets you, cuz!
They are here, they are here,
strap up your gear.

The black mismanagement mafia greets you, cuz!

And, cuz, they got a hostage:

bedraggled and demented. 

Toothless and hoarse-voiced. 

Stick 'em up or black history gets it

right between the eyes.

Stick 'em up cuz…

you'll never get it.