Balled Fist

Pity The Fool

You drowning in your own success.
Bright lights, high life having with no regrets.

You want it all,
But we call that evil.
I bet you’ll take it all and wouldn’t leave a nickel.
You know sharing is caring
Fuk it.
To the mislead man
He be saying
“Fuk friends”
“Less friend equals more money”.

A greedy man will cheat to reach the greatest heights
If they fall trying to get it all
They’ll do it twice.
Cause you can’t teach a fool nothing.
He will make the same mistake
At the end of the day.
The man clucking.

(Title is from Mr.T)

First Supper

 We free brotha man we free.
Supper only comes once a day
So you might as well eat.
You mighty
You strong
You look like me.
We was met to be
Like the dirt
To a tree.
Make way for the lost Kings
We have found our way.
Hundoneains, BlackFace
Let us pray.

Balled Fist

 Black sources black voices
Is the way I see it.
There is no other way to seek it
I was born to be it.
Black skin, Black hair, Black eyes,
I live it. I love it. It’s mine.
Black curves, Black lips, Black thighs.
Beauty measured at its finest
This Black man is mesmerized.

Black world, Black Space, Black ego
We are built like gods.
Even our enemy knows it.
Black men
In the dark
No fear.
White light
Black knights
God is here.