The darken hell that sat
before my feet, body parts that linkers as the devoured mind, becomes the cannibals of war, yellow heroin to end
the pain, death sentence as the guns go off, sleeping in the grave yard which man call freedom, who gives a dam
about the war that lives within? to live are to dye, to live within a hell; only man could understand, as the bodies
lie, upon my trust, children liquidated as animals; in the oh say can you see, waking up as the bullets fly upon
their head, why are we here? in a strange land? Who is this? a man who must die to continue to live; on land that
God has given without a price tag.
Screams from the grave I have killed my brother I walk the cold streets, hands
in my pockets, hunger that Eats at my bones, no warmth to ease the cold nest of the night, People walking
back and forth, tears upon my cheeks, Laughter that feels the air, a world that Lives within its own space. Card
board boxes that I seek, Back doors that empty food Within the street, I hunt like a dog who seeks for food.
A
man with a thousand voices, like the cover of a book, the content changes the world. Freedom of expressions quoted
by dreams. A mind that refuses to be converted shall not be silence to hope. The death of my brother blood on the
back staircase, With blood running from his mouth. The source of the battle ground of a darken soul, Who refused
to link, hoping of a better understanding when he returns? You have killed my body, but my spirit shall return. Siren
lights criminals on patrol, wrapped up like a peace of meat, waiting to be stuffed and burned. Asiatic Black man elements
of the earth. Thou have killed my brother.
The sins of the parents which is passed on Unforgivable actions,
genocide by the devils children who pass on instant death. The child lynched by a bureaucracy that man throw stones,
the sins of the parents that have fell upon the children of Gods giving grace. The devil bares arms against the zombies
who sleep their selves to death.
Captivity brings captivity; there is no place to hide, upon the closed doors of
disgrace. Babies who are snatch upon the cradle, as the blind continues to feed arms; with toxins to kill the unborn; before
they reach the light of the earth. Suicide upon the blood; their parents, who make love within the garbage disposals
of the taunted wound.
I pledge allegiance to which it stands, I the murder of my brother, Under the blood
of justice man who turns his back on Gods law. I shall repeat the horrors each time I close my eyes, the death
that smells Upon my trust, memories of the blood that stood before my gun. Jesus Malcolm, Martin, Medgar, Huey, They
never got their respect until they were dead. Toxin black pride Give me my flowers while I am alive.
Brothers
in sister stand together upon the night, hooded faces and families that link together under the name of the blood,
historical images draped in designers smock, singing the song of the hood, we shall over come, ghetto heaven upon
my turf, the history will not be re runner when they hanged my brother to the cross, bonded history chains of
thunder, deception of my brother Jesus who they hanged upon the cross. Ghetto spirituality they all came in black
face.
I shall never turn my back on my brother; only those who hide behind the crosses, Oh what a bitter taste
that man pledge upon the cross, I wear the armor of the just, hate me be me, a hero is nothing but a sandwich,
when deception plays its coarse. Brothers who sat at the table deceiving the savior, this story no longer will
be told, Under standing the history of deception I stand with my brothers one by one, The laws of the ghetto and
eye for and eye a tooth for a tooth, my brothers who stand in the sanctuary of know double cross.
The ritual
of death the blood shall lye upon mans hand. The warriors of death shall meet the almighty God which his tongue shall
confess. The army of death for there shall be no partisans of the holocaust that have sanction life In the name
of freedom for all. I sit upon the rock as the world pleas its cause.
The man that walks with armored Gun.
So who is man who speaks for thy almighty God? who have broken all Gods laws? The hell and the fury which he stands
before the man man laws. I walk upon this land a gift from God, birth through a tomb of an un righteous whore, when
holy came through love, I am angered of the taunted womb that brought me cross.
God gave in love, and the devil
tricked my mama abomination to my cause. I don’t live the laws of the earth, I live by the codes of God,
call me ghetto heaven, I fight my brothers cause, many may not understand the history of my Klan, but the savior
who gave trust was tricked by a black face in the name of love, they hanged him to the cross,
I live with the
armor of those who fought my cause, I shall not turn the cheek to the destruction of my name call black man.
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