Thirst

Wet ink makes me think about times we ran dry

They couldn't pay us to drink

Other times those guys

Wouldn't drink from the same geyser now we all share Budweiser’s

Who could be flyer when we wear the same attire

Yet I still recall the satire

Where you wouldn't want to be out there

With a flat tire crosses bared fire

Even bears just sat back and admired vs. Getting in the path of a mad lynch mob

On a wrath to erase and displace your beautiful black asterisk glad we got past that

Look back still nothing to laugh at

Like gentrification tactics (look up)