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As the world turns,

the sun forbids to shine,

and time becomes a silhouette buried within minds -

and within mines...

Sublime thoughts become sub-lines

for stories taught in schools whose courses are subjects for schizophrenic and horror majors...

Front page articles exploiting and glorifying

stories of hate and racism

And all your written conversations on the definition of a thug

is nothing less than plagiarism...

Our patience in the hood for equality is getting weary...

Teary eyed mothers in mourning...

from estranged sons murdered in mornings

Born under the sign of hell and hard times,

so our nature is far from harmless

You should have been saw us coming...

A hundred and some odd scorned years in the past...

See we asked with the panthers;

We asked with civil rights,

so now we’re bombing and taking;

raping Corporate Amerikkka -

(And robbing’em for our rights)

With the intent to impregnate society to birth a better life -

for the poverty stricken...

Children starving in kitchens,

‘cause Moms only making minimum wage

faced with the expectancy of another hell-raiser in 6 months -

times 20 to life should give you the productivity of baby daddy’s sentencing right?

It’s fucked up and scary,

but when reality bites

it’s marks are vicious -

injecting poisonous venom into the hearts of the innocent,

and within the hearts of the menaces

lies the souls of the slum

Not even Jesse Owens could run from being treated worthless and dumb...

Just because you’re Black

I take a pause for the cause -

revelating through a glass of Hennessy,

and the mild of a black

‘Cause the facts still miss us...

Life for an African American is about as sweet as the swisher...

I’m puffing on

Don’t blame the youth ‘cause the truth is looking strange

We’re the product of your racism,

because y’all created niggas,

so I figure within 50 years slavery will return strong

And all my repented sins seems as if they haven’t been accounted for,

thus the reason for my soul’s treason,

and why the Grim Reaper keeps peeking into my window...

Sometimes I talk real slow -

(for an ignorant tongue can slain wise men in its path)

Therefore, I’d rather speak slowly than listen too fast...

So listen to the words and grasp the songs of the birds -

in the morning air...

Our mother’s mourning is clear...

Our sister’s and brother’s are dying, while Father time only reveals

that we have very few “Fathers” left...

The end of the world is here; We’re breathing our last breaths...

Living as if life is promised,

with our wicked ways and unappreciated days...

We’re coexisting with Satan if we continue to embrace -

this ignorance -

Female constituents in their adolescence taught to believe their Heaven sent,

but now hell bound since hell has found the price of their souls...

‘cause they wear their hearts on their sleeves,

worshiping that green god -

Still praising from their knees

in return their bodies are sold

Not knowing that they’re sleeping with the enemy,

and all the diamonds and clothes can’t dispel their soul’s coldness...

But wait,

Brother’s we should partly hold this -

responsibility for our sister’s promiscuity -

There are too many niggas and not enough of men...

A man is no longer a man, so our sons are raised in immaturity...

And niggas are self explanatory -

On the block you got it sold up,

but locked up,

you got your struggling baby momma putting money in your Camacari  

When will this shit end?

And when will we begin to address this stress

that we’re facing as a nation,

‘caused by an epidemic of terrorism,

But I’m not speaking Islamic or Taliban,

we’re prisoners in our own homes by the Ku Klux Bush Klan

September the 11th...

But what about the 10th and the 12th?

And all the other days before and after...

See this book had already been written,

but niggas only read the first chapter...

But what was first shall be last;

and what was last shall be first...

Our present is no longer a gift, instead it has become a curse

...To Be Continued...