Snakes In The Garden

Grime

I write in the zone of death, as the waves of my life fade away like my breath, they pumping on my chest like a plumber, close eyes behind eyelids, as this system divide my ribs, in this cage where the souls are numb and the world get dumber, "How can I be humble?" When I see the world like Stevie Wonder, as me and the devil rumble in the concrete of a jungle, but this jungle keep pulling me under like R.I.P, yet, all I see is zombies in the streets, black on black beef from mad cow diseases, so the beef is how we blacks breathe through wicked philosophy, where they are stepping on me at my grave tomb, razor blades wounds chase me like a phantom hound, as my heart goes pound for pound without a sound, as my mind is scratched like a hound profound, and this fantasy turn the mirror round in this cold Stony horror, where my senses are bound, with my eyes in this half sleep drowning, as my dreamy thoughts are drowned in the softly flowing of sounds, where the hearts of fate surround ...

Snakes In The Garden

Earthquakes, hurricanes, and tsunamis couldn't pull up to roots or put the roots to sleep, extreme heat only burn the leaves on the tree, "Who are we?" Since these snakes has over taking the garden and ran us into the cotton fields, our Royal state has yield behind broken shields, as we fight for what we need to replant the seeds, provoked by their aggression that turned into an obsession that's tearing us apart, with a strange, deranged expression of what's in our hearts, it's the question of obsession that drawn to our own reflection, as we lost our direction to the seeds of oppression that has fallen and ripen with aggression that's up rooting the trees in the garden of Eden...now it's eat or be eaten, by these snakes that has bruised and beaten us, as our eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, and our minds are filled with dust, why we sit with a deep thrust, unjust, because of distrust... betrayed by the thoughts that was once us, now we live in a world of disgust, that crush...

Prodigy of Equality

Whatever happened to the fairness in equality?" Instead of spreading love we spreading animosity with no apology as we try to survive this economically, that separates us from our fellow man, "Is this the fear of what we do not understand?" So let's dismiss the mystery and talk about this honestly, but don't forget that this system holds superiority over it's property, and you are it's property living in poverty, like this democracy is ghosting me, now my life feels like a game of Monopoly on this hockey scene with Dr. Kings dream and philosophy of racial equality, where corporate dictatorship, pretends it's democracy, my pen speak honestly to escape this British bloodline and foreign policy, these devil's promise we, we would be free, but I've never seen free property, yet this system has swallowed me, a child born as prodigy, brutality from punchline ideology and prime time robbery, this philosophy bother me, it's running through my head till my legs get wobbly, it's making a m...

I'm Enthused

My brain is on fire, the pain rain every hour drowning me in seconds and minutes like my thoughts are disregarding the speed limit, why we are being Incarcerated by confusion and misunderstanding gimmicks, as we are being taught east and western philosophy, psychology and physics, so everyday we are questioning our existence as they blame it on the pigment, I keep and open mind,to let them peek in it, where we reach highs, but never reach limits, as I stand in HIS image, rebel living backward like this is just a figment visit of my own spirit... like a giant, this system is nothing but a midget who loves digits, my brain is like a bank so the safe is what I visit in this wicked world that rain a major blizzard like leather alligators lizard, and they asking me what's the ticket, as I drop science like a pigeon as they pause with indecision in this miserable vision, every mirror is detail to keep things in scale as I hold the curve of one position counting an endless repetition, a...

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