They’re second lining from the pages of an Etsy store Sophisticates with offerings of rent you can’t afford
Hey there Begonia, hope your urban vacation is treating you well Down from South Carolina, made yourself right at home, and now home is a living hell
Cavalry in a cultural war, othering the margins, local blood (ain’t dere no more) You wax benign, benevolent, a poser pure, now prevalent You staged a coup like its a game, still dodging indictment you should be ashamed Of sacred space you’ve occupied, and privileged you’ll always deny
I wake up, gotta get a little bit of coffee in my system ‘fore I try to leave the house, and endure the drivel escaping your mouth
Calling out gentrifiers And obscenely disowning and placing the blame You’re a white colonizer You’re a rebranded yuppie You all are the fucking same
This ain’t assimilation, this is appropriation, you paved paradise and put up a coffee shop