As the years go by I keep it more than real, Dam what they say or think, later for what they feel. I mean, everywhere I look people are selling out, while I stop and wonder, what's that all about? Personally speaking, I love what I see... and got to hook up with a reflection like me. In fact, make it black, no, blacker than black, and for all who have a question, yeah I love it like that. You see, black is my origin in a melanated state, embrace me, reproduce me, push me through the 9th gate. The strongest thing in the universe is mine to behold, not bombs nor whitey but the infamous black hole! In the beginning was darkness so step on this ride, cause darkness was the place where God must reside. In time this darkness gave birth to the light, so where in the hell came the death dealing whites? Stealing my words, my breath and my history, corrupting all life as they seek out to dis me. But check this out, there's a thought much debated, cause the science of the past says their @ss was created. Some Black people say that from us they decayed, but Dogons, Kemet and others say they were made. Not humans but souless ones, destined to fight... while we were warned they'd disguise themselves as an angel of light. They even said the beast would wear sack cloth as men, Go ahead, read your Bible, it's in there my friend. This poem speaks facts so don't think that it's hate, cause me and Mr. Whitey have a historical date. A date that says that the planet is dying, the Indians are weeping and my babies are crying. The Motherland is screaming cause we're all off track, now there's black people who don't want to be black. Rome, Greece, Spain and all those other suckers, will forever in my heart be some white muther f***ers.