Red Black Green

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!

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

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!

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

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.

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

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
 

That Comeback Kid

Don't confuse my passion for anger,
   my emotion for weakness,
As it is the deepness of my voice that makes me
   A proud black man

The prideful power for my reproduction
 to destroy a race--causing colorless coats to make
 an "about face."

The prideful kinship of Ghanian kings,
 not merely limited to the Talented 10th's dreams.

The prideful nature to secure and protect,
 not just making my nature casually erect

Casually erect...
Casually erect...

This assimilation culture
 has caused us to be maniacally depressed

The high school pipeline to prison that exists
The voting suppression we struggle to witness
The routine traffic stops...the Terry frisks

Not SLOWLY but SURELY
We've lost our original minds in it

Don't confuse my confrontation for disrespect,
 my rebuttal for suspicion,
As it is the tenacity of my fight back that makes me
 A proud black man.

The prideful power to invoke fear in minds,
 when I submit my papers on time.

The prideful wisdom to navigate the seas,
 (the paintings show WHO cured Europe's disease)

The prideful confidence in my walk,
 not the portrait of a thug lurking to stalk.

Lurking to stalk
Lurking to stalk

To this inverted society,
 I balk.

Ancient Egypt illustrates where religion began
If true, Mithra then Jesus are of Africans
Even Sammy Sosa has turned black again...

So please excuse my Black for African!

Southern Challenge

The homie has a name
And it's femininity at its best
The essence of African beauty
With American aura illuminating from her chest.

The mind sounds of prophetic trumpets
Blasting down Camps Bay
While the words that cross her lips
Calls Khartoum's children to celebrate!

Celebrate with love, celebrate with tears
For the prodigal daughter is found
After all these years

Celebrate this day, no longer astray
For the children of Langa
Have brought her back to stay

Now, the homie has a mission
To which she must see through
And I am grateful to be on the journey
Because this woman's heart is magnificently true.

G. Pop

Five minutes of joy
Then ten minutes of pain
Everlasting life is inundated by rain.

Denial awakens at dawn
From lying within your sheets
Chanting frustration and verification...
Verification that still remains asleep...

Then anger presents itself
Seeking to nibble at your heels
Until your skin peels
Begging to be one with your descendant son

And it does...
It does...

Cause former joy
To be inundated by rain
Thinking about the times
Of unmerited pain

Unmerited pain...
And then the bargaining begins

Echoes of past times doing pasttimes
For the last time
Meanders through your mind...
As you plead for more time..

But there is none...
There is none...

Depressive ideologies
Mocks your philosophies
Of future practicalities
Becoming nonexistent possibilities

That amounts to nothing-ness...
Nothing-ness...

Causing former joy
To be inundated by rain
Thinking about the times
Of unmerited pain

Unmerited pain...

Until at dusk,
Your acceptance of the truth
Tastes like a bitter fruit
Sour and uncouth
Begins to take root

And there's nothing you can do
But reflect on memories to get you through

Memories to get you through...

Double Entendre

Hard hits the sun on my stages of maturation
And solemn is my soul upon first hearing the news
Does this signal the moon to shine on my copulation
Since my copulation has forced me to lose . . .

Out on my place, in this never-ending race
To see who can extinguish my fire
For the night, I cannot taste, the fruits of my chase
The various women that I do desire . . .

Is this history coming after me? I've treated them so tragically
And Karma has just fronted me the bill
But like Pandora, I'm not paying . . . from this path, I'm not straying
But for this, I may need to take a Paxil.

Am I ready for a responsibility, which could lead to liability
If I'm unable to play the part?
It doesn't matter what I think it should be, when God knows what's best for me
And only mandates that I use my heart

("Use my heart?")

For years, I've searched for that true love
The kind that makes me selfless . . .
That reduces my selfish, while increasing my help with
Attaining earthly Agape love from above

From your smiles, I glow . . . your cries, I woe
Never thought that this day would come
Thought my happiness was done when I heard the news
But it's just reincarnated as my son . . .

On the Steps

Woman, stand to embrace yourself
For no other person shall you wait
For wise you are, power you hold
And no other person from you shall take

Take this pain, take this shame
No longer shall you be bound
By haunted lies which brings demise
Professing your mind unsound

You have a smile that warms, eyes that comfort
Hands that enchantedly caress
Lips that soothe, with words that move
But your brain trumps the rest.

No fear to show, no tears from woe
For those days are far behind
As this carpet awaits your beauty's debut
Here and now is your time to shine.

The Corner

He's scared of that light
Burning so effervescently
For it invokes flight

Bringing his darkness to sight
He hides that jealousy
He's scared of that light

It illuminates his delights
Something he aspires to be
For it invokes flight

He's not ready to face his plight
For success, he cannot see
He's scared of that light

Its perfections causes a fright
So, he resists adamantly
For it invokes flight

Its standards are wrapped o, so tight
But if vigilant, its faults (he) sees
He's scared of that light
For it invokes flight

Centric

Extending hands to cold shoulders
Gives my fingertips a chill
Wondering why this could be
The manifestation of ill-will
Ill-will? Could it be?
Or a stroke of jealousy?
Not understanding what is the cool
Inherent inside of me
The cool, the suave
The natural ability
To create a ring of circles
That easily surrounds me
That fence guarding your heart
Is an awful sight to view
How do you stall before you start
While allowing anger to accrue?
Humble beginnings---I'm no better than you
Both working on that list named, "To-Do"
We all have faults, this much is true
But in friendship which comes, the effort is times two

Breathe's Breath

We as a society cannot cope
with the fact that living
Stereotypes are no joke
We perpetuate them daily
with a narrow scope
Eyes blinded but minds'
addicted like chasing dope
To the feens with pipe dreams
Hanging off necks like yokes
can we overcome a convoluted society
without craving ropes?
We dance for change
Sing from pain
Rap to entertain through show
(OR DO WE)
dance for change
sing for pay
rapping a minstrel show?
Ingenuity is key
to recovery
on this slippery slope
To gain traction
from satisfaction
reversing the self-hate woes
-Just broaden the scope-

After the Party

Complexity has no destiny
as its ill-will
sleeps next to me
Best for me? Please rest in peace
For no longer shall your stronghold
fear the death in me
Physically rather mentally
it's being made harder
than it has to be
Affecting me for I cannot see
I'm blinded by the shadows
of simple falsities
Not implicitly but explicitly
no one can define
who I am to be
So this misery is yet history
I'm taking complete control
now, leave me be...

Tails (Got 'Til It's Gone Remake) Pt. 2

(Mistakes.....)
If forgiveness is for the wise
Then Father let me be dumb
For once in my life
Let me play the bad one:

"Wicked and vicious,
I sicken
At the thought of someone
Openly self-convicted
At the hands of their own
Testimony
Shaking my head
These people are fakes and phonies
Same wack movements and lame excuses
Your presence to me
Is seemingly useless
WATCH OUT NOW!!!
Don't let me catch you snorin'
Cause 7 days later
Your family's tears will be pourin'
Drippin', slowly runnin' down the cheeks
Oh, "Internet thuggin'" cause you thought I was weak
Destroy the gate, shatter the windows, taking my time though
Hand you the package, now your block is Dante's Inferno



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Heads (Got 'Til It's Gone Remake) Pt. 1.

Today, I'm here
But tomorrow, where will I be
And with who?
To that, I have no clue
So confused...
Fixated on past fantasies
Of childhood
Which breeds present troubles
And conflicting attitudes
On aspects of life
Currently in
Pursuit
I can't tame these demons
Inside me...or is it you?
Baiting me to unleash
My anger
And rage
See, friends don't let friends make foolish
Mistakes...



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Wishing on a Star (Remake)

I'm wishing that you are....
Someone that you aren't....
I wish that it could be....
More than just a dream....
Time and time again....
You've proven to be just a friend....
Oh, how I wish to see....
Us being together happily....
But now, I'm reduced to tears....
Because of wasted years....
Chasing after you from the start...
For you to only break my heart....

(And I wishing on the rainbows,
That I see...
That you could be just lying here,
Next to me....
I don't need any fancy clothes
Or cars....
I just want to spend nights with you,
Under stars....)



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Back Down Memory Lane (Remake)

I've made mistakes in the past
Don't know how I eluded His wrath
But it helped to shape my path
("Success" is the name I proclaim)

Future happiness is what drives me
Current troubles try to gyve me
But my faith allows me to break free
("Success" is the name I proclaim)

I'm establishing a nation
Based off Bob's education
And Michael's dedication
("Success" is the name I proclaim)

I know what I was born to do
And how I'm going to keep it true
But how will YOUR legacy define you?
("Success" is the name I proclaim)