Breaking The Black Code I am astonished at my brothers and sisters, Who speak the words of liberation, hiding behind The black code, why is it so hard to accept who we are? Many of us can write the words of our ancestors, but who are those who live by the scripts of God? living in a tunnel vise Mind, jealousy, hate, discrimination of self, in securities, multiform of Division in who and what we have became as a people. Pimping Ministers, Rev., and many who hide behind the holy cloth, the devil masqurading behind black mask; nevertheless the black code of silence. Look at the reality and come from behind the dark closest crying, sanctions of truth, oh how dare we say negative things about black people, many hide behind the proclamation of blackness, when we execute the bonding of unity. what is there to hide when ; the dirty laundry speaks for it self, all people and nations, living under satins authority, when will we break this silence code; And get up off our behinds and act like a people. What was so devastating to us as a people, when our back yard stinks? Truth shall not render to our cries of lies and defamations. Our babies crying out loud, black women are bitc—and whores, Children raisin parents, and fatherless children without parents. Brothers crying black women the project rejects, what dose it take To come from behind the backyard doors, we as people are still throwing dirty water; out the back door for the slave master; who we said we hate more. The problem we face as black people, our young who act like Whores without conscious, of who and what they are. Wonder who they learned it from, if it wasn't mom. I blame the mother’s who dress their daughters as common whores, Giving their children the impressions that sex is the ultimate source of man. Crack addicted, drug dealing, welfare cloning, and destructive Parents who don’t give a dam, embracing them as they break all the laws. Listen as our young black men prosper as they scream our name. Down with the dirty whores, there’s no silence to tears, Our babies repeat the lyrics as mothers buy it for them to learn. From the ages to 3 to 18 singing the lyrics but can’t read are write. Embracing labels living through the Jones eyes, and can’t pay there rent. Never understanding the words holy, mama baby daddy maybe, and we wonder, hiding behind the back doors, scared to say anything, our black men, know they strength, don't confuse, the boy with the man; Hiding behind the cloak of a black code, black people don’t stick together, We are the moist racist people to one another. Jealousy, envy, hate, self hate, manipulation, there is no respect; its how you keep your house clean, sister must understand, it always come back to women, this is not an attack, on women, but to inform our sisters, how important we are in our men life. Truth is not to impress, but keeping it real. believe it, are deny it, the honor of black women is fading out, keep your heads below your legs and believe me the culture of the black future, is own its way out; many who hide Behind the black code, what effects one don’t effect another. So who and what is a future without our children. Sex the ultimate discussions of many black women, What role do we as women play, in bringing strength to our black young women? What have we given to our community, transformations ; what it takes to be a strong black woman, nevertheless many young black men; are being raised by single mothers, what have we contributed in encouraging; and bonding with father, to teach responsibility, and what it takes to be a strong black man. Keeping it real, truth will not be silence; Are we so involve in smoking ganja, hanging out, competing with the Jones, And writing scripts, that we don’t identify with. to be a strong black woman warrior? Do we really give a dam, about our children’s future? do our brothers really Care about the toxins that flow in many of our young sisters minds. Many sisters as brother's fail to realize, the stages of life come's back from mother, the words was whispered in a brothers ear, from the time of birth, women is the foundation which reality has no back door. Many sisters will sell there souls, just to be notice by a black brother. many times she will cut another sisters throat, if she is a black warrior. I don’t blame our children I blame the parents who don’t give a dam, only thinking of their selves, children locked up in concentration camps, a sell out for crack. Keep it real, there’s no unity within the black community. Where are the mentors in the urban community? Where are the mentors for black young men? Nevertheless you can find many parole offices Dictating there future after the damage Is done. Leaders who don’t know how to lead, many Hung up in impressing others who and what they are. If they really gave a dam, they would worry about The future of young black men and women; the legacies Of the future, if we don’t make a stand; genocide shall claim the victory Of our children and future. Single mothers it is not a mystery the obligations that we Have as the universe, black women to get our house In order, understanding that our lives are no longer Ours until our children are grown, the seed you sow; Will be the seed you know. Nevertheless it takes two to make a baby, but If the daddy is Not there, we the black women, must make up for it. Not excusing spineless men, who walk off and leave there children; But mothers of the universe, to be careful in who, and what we Lay down with, the reason I focus on black women, is Because we are the one’s who have to sometimes fulfill For our mistakes, in choosing who and what a good man is. Many black women have tried to save face for many un worthy boys; Who come in the face off our black men, our black men do not need to To be saved by the black women, it’s the boys you have to worry about, saving your self, black men do not need a black woman’s pity. The black man who has dropped his seed, and sit back; Like he is a King, and laughs how he putt the black woman down, break the black code; sisters and brothers, we cannot close our eyes to truth, our culture is dying, Our young brothers and sisters have no respect for black pride, they are worse Than the slave master. The roots are deeply implanted, don’t listen to those voices in your head, if they don’t sound black, believe me it’s the slave master’s Syndromes, you are under a hypnotic trans; if it dose not follow under The proclamation of unity; many of our your brothers sing the ebony Anthem, black woman you are a *****, a back yard whore, a notch in his belt. Genocide within our family tree. What about the black men who have become famous as well as black women, what have they given back to the communities; They become the tom tom in a white mask, and who really listens To our leaders, who try to bring unity across, following the Jones. Our children support black and white establishments; we give money to those, who cry out loud, the black women is a dirty whore, Sisters who live within a mind set, that she is better than the next sister, trying to impress a brother, have we become so starve for attention We forget about our obligations to our people. Brothers who hate black sisters, Sisters who hate sisters; Sister’s who hate brothers; Women who due women; Men who due men: Hating the symbolic image they represent But trying imitate one another. The mind set, trying to be the Slave keeper, have we become So deep in the trick analogy, that we Have enjoyed the fruits of the slave masters labor? Have we become so inductive to self, that we Have become the illusions of the slave master himself? I don’t give a dam about what the people say, my obligation is to our children, and not what people think, truth shall not be silence, we all live in a tunnel vise mind, and it want stop until we break the black code, negativity breeds negativity .