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Mississippi Burnin. (Lyric) by SupremeDreamer

Mississippi Seething v.2 [Revised & Re-titled.] ------------------------------------------------------------ It's so cold now, as I fold, content though not bold, here in this stance between time and memories seen so long ago that they've lost their sheen-- feeling like some whore who's a bore, leaving my customer flaccid 'cause my swaggin's rancid and [chorus] you could just kill me, hang me like some nigger on a Mississippi tree-- but that would amount to nothing, because I refuse to flee, (It's pointless since you broke my knees.) and I'll never cry "just kill me please". I'm a placid stillness that you can not seize, my subversion is a perpetual disease. [chorus] It was true that once only few could tolerate my frenzied debate, but now I pretend to accept my fate, now I'm something worthy of your hate-- an object of derision, fueling the riot with its confusion and leaving you with an eerie sensation of being bought; neither cold or hot, I fill you with rot and [chorus] you could just kill me, hang me like some nigger on a Mississippi tree-- but that would amount to nothing, because I refuse to flee, (It's pointless since you broke my knees) and I'll never cry "just kill me please". I'm a placid stillness that you can not seize, my subversion is a perpetual disease. I die in you, taking you with me. I die in you, taking you with me. [chorus] And despite everything, my limp form still sings with fury-- a sound that people wish to bury so they can forget its heat that 'causes them to sweat with fear while they're binging on warm glasses of beer, completely unaware that they consume me in surrender, and deny the emptiness of their hunger. [chorus] I die in you, taking you with me-- I die in you, taking you with me, and you could just kill me, hang me like some nigger on a Mississippi tree-- but that would amount to nothing, because I refuse to flee, (It's pointless since you broke my knees.) and I'll never cry "just kill me please". I'm a placid stillness that you can not seize, my subversion is a perpetual disease. [chorus] It's so cold now, as I fold, content though not bold, here in this stance between time and memories seen so long ago that they've lost their sheen-- feeling like some whore who's a bore, leaving my customer flaccid 'cause my swaggin's rancid and [chorus] you could just kill me, hang me like some nigger on a Mississippi tree-- but that would amount to nothing, because I refuse to flee (It's pointless since you broke my knees.) and I'll never cry "just kill me please". Like a nigger hangin on a Mississippi tree, I'm dying in you, taking you with me; a placid stillness that you can not seize, eating you alive and setting me free, a nigger at peace hangin on a Mississippi tree-- Dying in you and taking you with me, my subversion is a perpetual disease, a placid stillness that you can not seize. [chorus]

zodiac 11-Aug-04/7:20 AM
Dear jroday,

Hi! I was just reading the comments on this poem, and couldn't help coming in your side. You're absolutely right; SupremeDreamer has never been within 2500 miles of Mississippi, has never met a non-Gay or non-hobo blackman, and has no right jumping your ass when he doesn't know what kind of shit your people been through. In addition, I thought I'd point out to him that the terms "politically correct" and "P.C." are older than his scraggly teenage ass and he's talking entirely out of his asshole. And finally, his blabber about "the pride in the song, not white pride mind you" is totally unjustified, considering who, what, and where he is. Even I, a white Southerner, wouldn't dare write a poem about, say, a drunk black blues picker from down Delta way (who, say, everyone thinks is trash except me) without first sealing up my asscrack to an unsanitary degree with extrastrength duck tape. It makes me sad to think about how, 150 years after Emancipation, we haven't come far enough to sit on a porch together drinking good watermelon wine from a shared gourd, but I guess thats the way it is. Now SupremeDreamer will probably give me shit about writing this comment too, so go ahead. Sorry about the slavery,

zodiac




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