By Street Cries
Poetry critics don't get it I didn't come to be the same I came to ruffle feathers change the game
Speak about ancestors slayen slavery trainned If you do nothing don't complain no change
Reality of exsistance is mentality presistance
Food for thought mixing in the kitchen pots of ideas oven carees
No fears site clear happiness instead of tears
Iam the voices of lives disappeared inserted in ears
From the heart expose till exsplode around globe sewage society cammold
Till it unfolds never letting go eyes closed
Meditation releasing fustration eliminating limitation
As a man stand giving news occupation you choose life or extermination final destination
My spark brings light to dark put together torn apart make easy what seems hard
Knowledge puts us in charge while they systematically create facade
No dodging the system ancient wisdom dectating moves
New world rules cops curse streets harpooing innocent meat
Is this the way it suppose to be worrying about souls close to me
Give it loudly what ever it cost me
Purposely stimulate minds morning coffee
Finaical literary sets us all free disrupting monopolies
If this isn't the truth holla at me peace