What were we, the skinny B-boys, to learn from you? How to hulk through Chicago in a hedgerow afro, an ox-grunt kicking dust behind the teeth; those eighteen glammering gold chains around the throat of pity, that fat hollow medallion like the sun on a leash
The author of this poem is criticizing Mr. T for being a poor role model for black youth for playing stereotypical roles and selling out over it. He also compares Mr.T to an animal, and emphasizes that he is under control by comparing his chains to a leash.