Your people stand as we greet them
We sit as they rest
Never understanding the lessons we teach them
Yet putting us through the damn test
We laugh, we cry, we joke, we smile
All at the drop of a hat
We smoke, we drink, we starve, we die
All at the crack of our necks
You great people, you great nation
Rise to regain your crown
For the mutants are restless and running a muck
So it's time for the aboriginals to shut them down!
Sunday, March 8, 2015
Wadjet
Moving through the forest
trying to find the trees
I'm searching for the other part of you
in the other part of me
Jailhouse conditions
with Kushite dreams
I'm looking for you
but I have yet to find me
In Broadway kisses
and Hollywood scenes
There is no you
because there is no me
Akan sunlight
with a Maasai breeze
the GOD in you
has found the GOD in me
trying to find the trees
I'm searching for the other part of you
in the other part of me
Jailhouse conditions
with Kushite dreams
I'm looking for you
but I have yet to find me
In Broadway kisses
and Hollywood scenes
There is no you
because there is no me
Akan sunlight
with a Maasai breeze
the GOD in you
has found the GOD in me
The Original Man
Are you done?
When the protests are over
and the marches no more
when "Black Power" reduces to rhetoric
and there are no wars
Are you done?
When the cameras are gone
and the media is silent
when your friends have left you
hanging in the balance
Are you done?
Bitter backs on bitter Blacks
from stealing internal organs
from Kendrick to Lacks
Are you done?
Emancipation proclamations
and guerilla warfare liberations
with East African children
dying from starvation.
Are you done?
West Papuan annihilation
capitalistic organizations
Hip-Hop degradations with
mass incarcerations
Are you done?
Great Kushite pyramids
fighting off unscrupulous Assyrians
From Hannibal protecting his lineage
to Shakur protecting the indigenous
We WEREN'T done...because we are STILL HERE!
When the protests are over
and the marches no more
when "Black Power" reduces to rhetoric
and there are no wars
Are you done?
When the cameras are gone
and the media is silent
when your friends have left you
hanging in the balance
Are you done?
Bitter backs on bitter Blacks
from stealing internal organs
from Kendrick to Lacks
Are you done?
Emancipation proclamations
and guerilla warfare liberations
with East African children
dying from starvation.
Are you done?
West Papuan annihilation
capitalistic organizations
Hip-Hop degradations with
mass incarcerations
Are you done?
Great Kushite pyramids
fighting off unscrupulous Assyrians
From Hannibal protecting his lineage
to Shakur protecting the indigenous
We WEREN'T done...because we are STILL HERE!
Conversing amongst the Pyramids
From myself I birth myself
But wait, could this be true?
For I have came before you seven times
Yet you are me and I am you
You guide my daily life
You are my daily presence
In you, I continue on
But in me, you seek residence
But wait, could this be true?
For I have came before you seven times
Yet you are me and I am you
You guide my daily life
You are my daily presence
In you, I continue on
But in me, you seek residence
Ra
I bathe in your rays
of everlasting life
I maintain my sustenance
with your strong light
Every morning as I wake
I'm renewed again
For I've been blessed
with this perfect melanin
And for that, I have no end.
of everlasting life
I maintain my sustenance
with your strong light
Every morning as I wake
I'm renewed again
For I've been blessed
with this perfect melanin
And for that, I have no end.
The Black Hole
As I sit on the curb
With my hands behind my back
I look up to see that
my wicked enemy's strapped
With militarized weapons,
combat tanks galore
Sent me to flashbacks
of the Persian Gulf War.
But wait, flash forward to
the drink I just poured
Way before this mutant
kicked in my front door
Guns drawn, dogs barking
I was under attack
Doing nothing but waiting
on grandpop to get back
But wait, hold up
Could this happen to me
College educated and
I got a professional degree
Then it hit me
"Son, you ain't nothing that them degrees said
this system profits off you in prison
or with some metal through ya head."
Cold body, heart quiet
being the victim ain't enough
Until you're a suspect of your own murder
after only one puff
They hate our hair
They hate our lips
They hate that we can destroy their race
without any use of a clip
Think about it
we ruled the world for over 10,000 years
Yet our history has been
tarnished, altered, and smeared.
From Ausar, Auset, Heru
to Sundiata
We created everything
from universities to martial arts katas
So, I stand up to take off
my own cuffs
Because the fear in him
is the strength in US
With my hands behind my back
I look up to see that
my wicked enemy's strapped
With militarized weapons,
combat tanks galore
Sent me to flashbacks
of the Persian Gulf War.
But wait, flash forward to
the drink I just poured
Way before this mutant
kicked in my front door
Guns drawn, dogs barking
I was under attack
Doing nothing but waiting
on grandpop to get back
But wait, hold up
Could this happen to me
College educated and
I got a professional degree
Then it hit me
"Son, you ain't nothing that them degrees said
this system profits off you in prison
or with some metal through ya head."
Cold body, heart quiet
being the victim ain't enough
Until you're a suspect of your own murder
after only one puff
They hate our hair
They hate our lips
They hate that we can destroy their race
without any use of a clip
Think about it
we ruled the world for over 10,000 years
Yet our history has been
tarnished, altered, and smeared.
From Ausar, Auset, Heru
to Sundiata
We created everything
from universities to martial arts katas
So, I stand up to take off
my own cuffs
Because the fear in him
is the strength in US
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Vodun
A girl got pregnant today...
Not a lady, not a tramp
Not a grown woman on food stamps but a child
I wonder to myself,
"Why this young one, so tender, so mild?"
Then it hits me:
like whips to slaves,
we live in a new age
where promiscuous sex is moral
and waking up to a person whose
last name is unknown is the new normal
Is it the drugs and alcohol on T.V?
The degradation of black families?
Or maybe the gang wars prevalent in the streets?
See, when you live in a concrete jungle
where dreams and aspirations are only mumbled
and police sirens are amplified
while people step over bodies as if their landmines
straight suicide----are these conditions.
Her pregnancy isn't by chance or some cockamamie happenstance
but this is nurtured.
Her mother never showed love to her and her mother's mother never spoke loving words to her
so where the hell is she supposed to learn to love?
Novels say love's a fantasy
bringing frankincense and myrrh presented by a king
While the television purports buffoonery,
menage-a-trios in the clubs until 2 or 3
but it all starts with the family
The deconstruction of the family structure
leads to mothers and fathers' relationship rupture
replaced by baby mama and "favas" mustered
all from a systematic plan to destroy a culture
This is cultured---with a cult-herd
these sheeple are buying into their folk-LURE!
Now, back to this pregnancy,
in which, she's been touched since the age of three
her step-father suffers from slavery's PTSD
Now, he's on the run
the collective's suicidal gun:
Another single, black mother
raising her STEP/SON
Not a lady, not a tramp
Not a grown woman on food stamps but a child
I wonder to myself,
"Why this young one, so tender, so mild?"
Then it hits me:
like whips to slaves,
we live in a new age
where promiscuous sex is moral
and waking up to a person whose
last name is unknown is the new normal
Is it the drugs and alcohol on T.V?
The degradation of black families?
Or maybe the gang wars prevalent in the streets?
See, when you live in a concrete jungle
where dreams and aspirations are only mumbled
and police sirens are amplified
while people step over bodies as if their landmines
straight suicide----are these conditions.
Her pregnancy isn't by chance or some cockamamie happenstance
but this is nurtured.
Her mother never showed love to her and her mother's mother never spoke loving words to her
so where the hell is she supposed to learn to love?
Novels say love's a fantasy
bringing frankincense and myrrh presented by a king
While the television purports buffoonery,
menage-a-trios in the clubs until 2 or 3
but it all starts with the family
The deconstruction of the family structure
leads to mothers and fathers' relationship rupture
replaced by baby mama and "favas" mustered
all from a systematic plan to destroy a culture
This is cultured---with a cult-herd
these sheeple are buying into their folk-LURE!
Now, back to this pregnancy,
in which, she's been touched since the age of three
her step-father suffers from slavery's PTSD
Now, he's on the run
the collective's suicidal gun:
Another single, black mother
raising her STEP/SON
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