A New Weapon

A Life Time of Pain

Rat race, black face, confused minds, combined with a life built off of a lie... Institutions, doctrines and beliefs, the philosophy is complete, yet we can't see because we are still trapped at the feet of this beast... living defeated in peace... The entertainment unleashed like puppets covered in white sheets, where agony and frustration fill the streets like polluted creeks... Trash fill minds has destroyed the bloodline, now all we can hear is his blood is mines as history press rewind to see the times of my memory line... My eyes are open but my vision is blind, flatline...so death feels like the only way for me to breathe... Hate feels like a disease that pleases my soul...my heart grows cold, as jealousy and envy fill this hole...yet, I can't rest even though I have been Left for death... Trapped within self until I rebuilt myself... design my mind to transform from the American monster, by traveling down the path of the Sankofa line... I am the black star, so each line...

The Pride of Ignorance

I stand only, but am I'm really only when I can feel the warmth of the storm ripping through my bones as a king torn from his throne... Torn from his home, only to be a man caged in the form of a stone, throwing among the bones, where the rats and roaches approaches me like vultures, eating at my flesh like locusts... This life feels hopeless, as soulless beings control us to focus on the Passover like a photo painted by Michelangelo... "How can Jesus please us, when we are mirror dust, curse, as we thirst for water... We are the executive order that was place here to work harder... We are the Vines that feeds their minds, as we sit blind, Lost in time as time unwind time till men in shackles and chains again... This is the emancipation of new sins... The proclamation of living as enslaves men in the states pen... Where the state of minds are obtaining and their conscienceness has descended like the winds... In this black smoke, I choked from the noose around my throat... "How ca...

The Pride of Ignorance

The Pride of Ignorance

Religious Lies

I have been despise with lies, victimized from the sounds of cries that maximized my mind like liquor thoughts in the middle of this mirror, identify by symbolized symbols, express indirectly by images that sympathized this uncivilized life behind tinted windows, wrapped in shackles and chains that are lighting us up like we are Christmas trees in the middle of winter, where they atomized their lies through worldviews, that got us mimicking scientific doctrine, that turn our minds into very small liquid droplets, separated, distinct, and alone, orbiting in space, as we fantasize through old lies while new generations get politicized on CNN at ten, where we are scandalized and criticized, and in the same breath praised and idolized why being ripped to pieces as they analyzed our minds...now my intentions has been demonized, but in my eyes I realized their lies, like chop up bodies, specialized in customized skin, where they have christianized our society with pagan religious pract...

Silently

Does the truth free you or does it makes you imprisoned yourself in the silent of death of finding oneself... this stress rips holes in my chest as I stumble to do my best like I am a guest within myself...and each minor chord is a test of my breath..."Am I'm possess?"...as I sit rattle in this battle depressed, buried under sickness and diseases that I had to turn into health, as I take the pain and struggles of the world and turned it into wealth... I want to taste the height and depth that dwells within myself, the rivers that flow indepth with my knowledge, as I sit like a psycho in the forest in a small cottage...I am a hostage in the empty columns of this college at the bottom as my mind brings spring into autumn,..I am their problem like a broken condom, for I am the hole they just fall in, as I throw flowers upon their bodies, for I am the allergic to pollen, the one that haven't forgotten like I'm drowning my problems in Heinekens imported from Holland, and for every dol...

Miseducated

Why does the hood bleed when our children can barely read the street signs?...these thoughts attack my mind twisting my brain into chains...you see the stains, but do you feel the pain that's oppressing my my brain in the melody of quiet rain, as I stand in the blazing flames of gun shells, where everyone won't to run this hell, like school only had one bell..."Can anyone tell me where we failed?"...see no one taught me how to work the scale, and I worked the scale quite well, just look at this jail cell, this slaughterhouse hotel, why the personnel live in the paradise of excel as I exhale, striving in the interior of this well, as my brain swell from bio chemistry and atomic energy..."So was it me, or did the good book failed?"...as I sit here asking myself, "Why I give H.I.M. my life if I was going to lose it twice... now I'm forced to eat hard rice and I'm not Chinese...my degrees seem to be coupons when the cops draw arms...as I scream... keep calm...I am not arm...as I stan...

Colors

We have been brutalized for being birth of colors, but just look around us, the earth is covered in a multitude of colors, a beauty to the eyes that shed tears, and a fear that has enslaved us in our own minds like we are color blind, and I'm not speaking of the old times when we were sold from the auction block to the plantation, see in this new creation it's called the pre-school to prison pipeline, black faces with a white mind, midnight nightmares as the light shine off the clad coin of the quarter and the dime... What do we really know about the invisible lines that control our minds and give us a general idea and patterns of living, mathematical codes that describe our lives on the chalkboard, uncharted roads that unfold like the Da Vinci code, 2,000 years of religious mystery, a secret society closely guarded by foundations of information through letters of the alphabet, punctuation marks arranged by dots, dashes, and spaces, and I just telecommunicate the method of diffe...

Doom

They have told me to lay still and let love die, No, no, not I, never will I sit by like I'm at a bus stop, for my thoughts are violently and brutally scared of seen our children ripped from their mother's arms, even though I sit calm, I refused to be swallowed by this darkness, that tear through my undying infatuation to shed light on our current situation, to complete my ministration before applying battle dressings to my multiple wounds left by a corrupted administration, where arrows has been plucked from the vessel of God's creation...we are the demonstration of separation, the example of integration, only to live mentally in segregation, where the feeling of frustration is deciphering our homes, where father's are unknown at birth, and we still are fighting this current hurt that has killed more than they have created upon this earth, where the seeds of this system lies are rooted so deeply in the cracks of the foundation of a world we once shared, where we was once feared,...

Serious Tragedy

This system has stopped the natural growth of everything in existence, just like it has stopped my natural growth by putting me in this cage, where the blood of the innocent has stain the age of time as time unwind time upon lost minds, like time playing hide and seek as we sleep in the development of this beast, reciting literature in a language we can barely speak, feasting upon a philosophy that was made from a hypothesis as an explanation to destroy me...see, I am the organic soil, the natural oils that fuel the body of the 1.8 million Africans that died on the Middle Passage, I have been damaged, thrown around like a UPS package, I have baggage, but I managed not to become a savage because of unfair advantage, this anger bangs on my brain but I managed to peel back the bandage to this madness, as these glasses reflect my sadness in the light of day, where the gray skies lay as the sun burns my skin like clay, why the American dream fade away in the morning rays...I'm seeing ...