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Wrapped all up in candy coated dreams,
surrounded by nothing but dark chocolate minus the cream.
I want to swim in the cocoa colored seas
and live the way that our chestnuts and our cinnamons lived before the siege
of the Romans, the crusaders and the British breeze.
The invasion of the creams came with new realities,
frozen tears and hearts broken like beams.
They schemed and ruined dreams of the finest bronze teams,
only to place their visions and deliver Africa's finest chocolate over the Atlantic seas
to build on bloody tepees
of a closely related people.
Blood mixed with chocolate, tasted so awful
but it was quite delicious for the ones who loved the taste, sight, and smell of blood.
Laughed at the deaths and picnics or should Pick-A- N¡99@ events
that took place, because some of the righteous bonbons had something to say
about the way that they were being treated,
never had nothing,
pillows for our walnut fathers and mothers was once made of hay and a whole families of royal bloodlines lived in shacks and sheds,
the domestic animals lived better and even was better fed.
Raped and scraped, torn so emotionally,
the mothers could never call a melanated man a King
again because of actual playing out of the scriptures in the testament of the courtesy of Willie Lynch
... So they prayed to the one living God as they laid to one day receive justice for an undeserved hatred from so called American patriots.
Losing moral excitement for every non indictment, even though the evidence was clear as lightning, same trend still follows 460 years later,
these people never even had the slightest change in their behavior,
it's just their nature,
To feed on Chocolate, grab that snicker, hungry why wait?!
How much will it take?!
For the World's finest Chocolate to finally awake and separate from the things that makes the soil fade away.
We should know what's at stake,
only a fool would bake a cake, and give it away,
to the ones who'll take credit for it after they praise you for a day..
It's now or never, I'm reporting live from waste deep water trapped in a poet's lake..
waiting for every piece of candy that look like me to come save me and if it isn't all of the diaspora chocolate Gods just let me drown. I'm brave because of the pain and of the tears and screams that I hear in my dreams... KingQadarDwon'
