I slit a nigga’s throat. They found his body
On a boat.
So many cameras the next day
Who killed this nigga?
Wasn’t me, I whispered as I whistled past
When I got to work all people
Could talk about
Somebody killed this nigga!
Who do you think it was?
Wasn’t me but…what else is up?
I went home the next day…to my cottage
I’m reading a book, one arm bent back behind my head
I see the nigga slam his hand on the window
I thought this nigga was dead