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New Slavery:
I be damn if I find Jordan's on Payless/ I'll be a sucker if I could grab the latest clothing ware; on a thrifting rack/ to lil mama in the foundation plantation/ master cover girl got you piling more credit invoices.... Those whippings/ that'll scar you mentally if you can't stay above surface/ to my black queens that's getting discourage/ keep your beautiful features up!/ don't give up on life cause another sister skin lighter/ we all blessed by the highest power/ new slavery...... Sad that television now corrupt us/ news channels only reporting the negative/ Facebook users only sharing the ignorant/ and letting that stupid get viral/ while my poetry a slow burner/ I would call that tourchery while the negative is sorcery/ the new slave owners goal is to keep our minds chained/ even though we broke the physicals/ feeling like what we need to feel free is the stuff that's really holding us down like a ball and chain/ they took our crowns/ back in Egypt that's where we ruled/ the Nile is what we drank no deer park stank/ were royalty! Black don't crack; like a perfect cake/ anointed by the great/ protected by the best/ while the enemy throwing shots! I put on my poetic bulletproof vest/ shoot all the ads at me/ saying what the world think I should rock and support B/ saying what I got on isn't enough B/ I'll rather B in hoodie; and pants that'll fit me; with a belt on no sagging/ that's how they portraying/ a black man in this time/ saying all is finer than wine/ when they're killing youngsters with futures/ saying we're animals/ so they throw us in cages/ and the system that suppose to help us/ is what's really against us/ new slavery; tired of being on the sidelines wishing/ I'll rather be in the game scoring and facilitating for other poets/ that's trying to make a name/ that's writing for their pain/ that's dodging the slave owners like a 1-800 number/ also not letting materialism becoming the main focus/ that care about the people; and our struggle/ respect goes out to those poets/ with a mindset like mine/ that care about the people like I/ that want to see a change arise/ that's more hurt by black on black crime/ yet weep more when an officer don't get time... for/ choking a brother that can't breathe, or how about 17 shells still hot as hell/ bullets in a brother back; no jail time/ while he gets a pat on the back being told congrats/ another talented blessed anointed killed in America; something we don't have to worry of/ new slavery..... We got to do better ms.america/ it's the poet...
