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To the…
Nappy corn
rows…
Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…
By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…
Times…
A planet
expose
to my….
Behold…
Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…
Fold…
Trending
Center fold
Trending center…
Fold…
Is for the love
Of sweat topics…
You write with…
Tongue a tropical
Thunder…
Dances
to rain drops…
On our thrones…
As it was
written…
kings…
Queens…
Hello black
Self-esteem…
Black like the…
Power in
One right side
Fist to….
Sometime
A strike…
Putting
Up a fight…
Solution was
Fists…
To….
Put you in your
Place…
Keeps
you on point…
To wicked ways…
Black is beautiful….
I say black…
It Is beautiful in
every…
lips shade for
shadowing me…
Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…
Cameroon soil…
Uganda…
Tanzania…
South Africa
Before the British
Took it….
Yet…
I got to have
that center to
fold you…
To ease
my social
Anxiety…
The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….
Aren’t Frightened
by me…
We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…
Sun rises
on dark skin…
A melonated
Fragrance…
Light skin….
I can’t…
Fight skin…
Is a…
delight skin…
Smells like..
Like…
Like…
Damn it’s
So repetitive…
Never to be
forgotten by I…
Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…
Come over
here…
Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…
Ooowww….
Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…
leaving Monday
a day for fun day…
making it feel like a
Friday…
Touch my
Chocolate…
I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…
Not a hopeless
romantic…
Bandit thoroughly…
Needing my
black bambee
close…
To…
I…
eye to
eye is a kiss full..
Hugs so tight I can
feel your….
Soul…
my black…
Ah…
Da..
Black Queens……..
Ancestry
Browning Of The Roux
“Browning Of The Roux”
Quit bitching
Folk.
You’d probably
Throw up.
All in your
Mouth till you choke.
Can I get
A witness from.
Those who
Have been.
Subjected
To all types.
Of murder
Entrapments.
Oppression,
War, discrimination,
PTSD.
Hold up
Now!
Real PTSD
From rebel enemies.
Infidels to
See your well being.
Lifeless, loving
Less, teenager’s.
Killers with Chips
in there britches.
Masked up
Then home invaded.
Ransom shit
Stripped till humiliated.
Starving for the,
Lost betters.
From a bitter
No better life.
Always, off,
Scedual…
Fuck Your
Money!!
Though my
Tribe maybe starving…
Staying on
Dope just to gets sleep!
Drinking liquor to
Heal from the beating!!
Cocaine in my
Veins, staying awake!!!
For days!!!!
To dodge all
The heathens!!!!!
And if I bleed
Today!!!!!!
You will surely be
Murdered this evening!!!!!!!
They don’t give
A fuxk what we believe in…
BITCH IM BLAXKK!
BUT TO ALL MY
OPPRESSED ALL!
AROUND THE WORLD!
PLEASE DON’T BE SEATED!
EVEN IF DIFFERENT
CIRCUMSTANCES!
YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
THOUGH WAR MAYBE
INEVITABLE!
MOST OF THE
WORLD DONT GIVE!
A FUCK ABOUT
USSS!!
OR SHIT ABOUT
WHAT WE GO THROUGH!!
SAYING AND PRAYING
AND POSTING!
IS LIKE A FAD OR
BANDWAGON!
BUT IF YOU AINT
FIGHTING WITH US!
ALONGSIDE IN US!
ANYWAY!!
FUXK YA WORDS,
PROMISES, AID,
PROTEST!
LETS FIGHT
FOR OUR SELVES!
FOR BETTER PROGRESS!
KEEP YA SMILES
AND RACE OR RELIGION!
SPLAININGS!
CALL ME WHAT YOU
WANT!
THATS ALL YOU
GOOD AT IS HATING!!!
Reparations Or I’m Taking
You really don’t need a light to see the dark truth.
The root of all enemies that grow from the seeds of all these rich theives.
Robin hoods that Rob you of your goods.
Health care!
Social security!
Then make our pockets bleed morbitly.
Give us some air to breath!
Some blue sky’s to see!
Instead of broken dreams, row homes and dead bodies.
Compare and contrast…
To No comparison…
We steal to satisfy hunger…
You steal to satisfy greed…
I can tell you a noticeable difference. Your suit and tie are both very expensive. We work hard everyday and can’t even keep food in the kitchen. You drive a nice car with a push start ignition. We got to catch crouded buses and hacks to get to our destination.
Surprisingly!
We are some how always late! Never making it the same roads were they made our inslaved ancestors walk bare foot and naked…
I’m just stating something factually…
A reminder!
Events of the cruely under noticed…
Feeling so violated…
We need a rape kit…
To all you white collard stick figures…
Racists…
GIVE US WHAT YOU OWE US…..
Reparations…..
Blood Over The Stolen Hill
I believe I
was a…
Apache in
a former
life…
Sharpening
my tomahawk…
With stones…
Draped my
Face
Drenched
Over war
paint…
Finger
tips
Dipped in
the blood
from my
adversary’s…
Treacherous…
I was chief
A running gun
Five star
Buffalo
general…
Tougher
Then
bull
Horns…
Calcium
That was
strong…
Like
The aroma
of menthol…
Giving out
orders…
Raising thee
Young…
Wise
tribe in
Native pride…
Proudly…
Many
died on
that
hill yet…
We
Keep
them in
our prayers…
We
pushed back
our intruders
infantry block…
Mowing
down the
lives thee
Unworthy
opposition…
Pale white
Dirty skin,
Filty men…
Trying
to take our
land
Kill and
Rape our
Wives
And children
for
to satisfy
There own
Evil greedy
Needs…
I screamed…
This tribal
Chant…
This Soil
And moss
Rivers
And animals
I will protect
Everyone
With in it
In peace…
If it’s
Blood you
Seek…
It will
Be your
Own
blood
You will
See…
We did battle…
After
those
long
wars
Those
enemy’s
were
demolished…
They will
Have no
Choices…
As
Always
The
respected
Elder…
For our
bravery…
My men
will be
Recognize…
Till the
death of
Me… I’ll
Inherited
war like
mentality
Lost… to
Be slaughtered
In hatred…
Still I strive
To leave in
Peaces of
Moss….
Never forgotten
ancestors
Of the Apache…
Reality Is The New Negativity Vol.1 