Black Poetry : Brothers Walking Side By Side

ASHANTA

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Brothers Walking Side by Side



Brothers walking side by side
Don’t need to televise the revolution
Motions speaks from the inside
Ain’t gone be no Salvatore
Only brothers walk upon this line
Truth ain’t coming through the back door
Nigg... will be summons to turn in their pass.
Brothers only going for the sisters who reside
In the name of redemption keep our people alive.
Dark alleys a culture without pride, playing the death drums.
Poetic nightmares that don’t even give a dam.

The pig feet and collar greens , aroma float
through the kitchen windows as the guns go off.
Sisters that refuse to link living in cloud of instant
death, perpetrating a fraud,
Screaming we are one. Looking down on her
sisters, with slave master eyes, all for self,
Who are you? Where is my sisters who walk hand and hand
Dreads upon her head, masquerading as
a sister in my sacred dreads, Who are
you that comes with the locks of my King?
claming to be my brother, as I turn my
back you shoot me dead.
Pimping ministers, thank you Jesus
devils who is your King?
******* kill others just because one
didn't receive the correct change.

Some the fertilize souls
Some who sit in the power of authority
Ejaculation of hypocrisies
Living in a cocoon without the clue to lead.
Rolling and Ravings as the night began
Hiding behind the tom, toms theories truth must not be told.



Nigg—are scared of a revolution,
Revolution aint nothing but change
Ain’t gone be no master God who hides
behind the lynch man ropes.
Our almighty lives beyond the skies
Brothers walking side to side
Relinquish your rights sisters who live
Through the mind of the hood
The hood don’t recognize the ghetto
It recognizes the symbols of change.
The seeds of the future covered with rusted subdue.
Linked to the slave ship minds that refuse to release.
The unfamiliar minds, the chains of the pass,
ancestors turn one by one.
Death they scream in vein. Genocide the
back door of thieves, chains that smothers
the mind in disbelief. Under the darkness
of the hood, a corporals iron that clad
the whip. Revolution that never balance.
The scrap dealer the future and tomorrow.
Believing in an iron brace, that squeeze
the mind even when man is asleep.

The cotton that grows upon the doors,
colors of hate, black baby, red bone
The stool shall be the eye holder of t
he want to be slave master.
Separations of a people who is too dam
stupid to pick up the torch.
Hidden behind the Grungy, spiced up weed,
white power that smothers the mind.
The link to the chains. The battle grounds
of the hoods, public administration sings
we are the living dead, kill my brother
the sounds of the smoking Gun

Sinners prayers on the air,
Blink, Blink, Blink
Bit—shaking there as- for the world to see.
Dollar bills hanging from roof to chair.
Bit-h on leases we don’t give a dam
Capitalistic dysfunctions , is anybody listening?

Put them whores on the street
Bring my money home to me.
Crying slave mentality
A culture that don’t link
The unity only primary weapon
Of contingent is, it is all about me.

Hip Hop death by rock
Slave masters jingo, jingo, jingo
Is anybody listening?
Greed, deceptions, slaughter
By my brothers right hand.
Mycological reimbursement
Death by words.

There’s no mask needed
There’s burning cross planted above my door
The cross never burned out the mask is black
Reverse syndromes
Slave masters syndromes lives next door



An ambiguous revolution
Hooked on stupidity
A complicated retardation
Mild case of delusion
Misleading appearances
Leaders without character
Infectious to younger generations
Smoking guns who gives a dam
About a future? Brother’s walk side by side.


Elements of universe that’s on fire
Black state of mind,
Primary weapon of containment
Greed power of contiguous sentiments,
Condescending movements,
Slander, ostracize, lynching.
Brothers walk side by side,

Raping me of my dignity
Wearing the sentiments of my sacred identity
Summoned by my ancestors
As they turn over in they grave.
Masquerading as a hero without
A clue of tomorrow living in a mansion
Without recovery of who is and what my mission to be
My babies future of tomorrow. Brothers walk side by side.

Toxins that filled the streets
Sipping on death
Oppressor of self
Surrounding hate
Pollutions has no fate.
Brothers walk side by side.


Illusion of an empty space,
Self-destruction dysfunctional disgrace
Flowing through the Universe
Who am I? A man without a soul
The zombies within, crossing the bars,
Confessions of a soul show me the light
Message the mind, how do I find the soul
Who was created in love, releasing the acts of hate
Life death, Death life, flowing through the universe
Revitalizing the lost without a soul.

The black sparrow lays naked without cover
are hope. Rise my sisters and brothers.
The truth has been reveal. Cling not to
the devils theory, free your self of the
inner curse, we wear the mask. Through
the diversity of Humanities, the armor
of a hero. Indoctrination of a
bureaucracy, shall never win.
The scars of a warrior, under the
banner of justice shall be the back
door, to hypocrisy, thy body shall turn
cold within the darkness of its war.
Thy spirit shall live for those , who
shall follow in the blood, of thy prophesies
of justice for all. Let not thy words be

sensuous slavery , give thee the voice
that man shall stand , for the imbibing
of Gods words. Shrines, temples,
churches, Bestrode upon fruitful
knowledge, Which man has defamed
my house? With tarnish and no
conscious of what he represent..
The sanctuary of my hopes and dreams.

I give thee mercy to mankind. I have felt
the scars upon my sanctuary, I walk into
the space of satan , as his forces surrounds
the inner space of nature, I give my life
to you thy God, In the humanities of man.
I walk in the ferries as satan destruction
has no limit. I fear not the blackness
of his voice, I crawl within the realms,
to save your children my dear lord.
The warriors of the lord who fight
Satan his grounds. When man see
the warriors of your turf, many are
truly not aware the bond , that we
have with you dear lord, We are
the ministers of protection, my
brothers of the world , share the
same combats as thee;
we fair not death, death is life, we give
our spirit upon the heavens to you my day lord.

Thy cage that have bound me, in the
hell of inferior, and thy truth has castrated,
my submissions of the turn of a world order,
which has castrated the words of thy
God. I shall not be silence. I shall return again.
Through the evolution of thy father,
the spoken words of tomorrow, the sins
of the sons and the son’s, shall be
cursed who tamper with thy God’s order.
Brothers walk side by side.

Thy body shall feel no pain as they slay me,
in the name of thy God. I shall feel no
pain as my brother, walked through
the flames of hell without pain.
As they slay my brother Jesus , only
the caucus of the frame shall die, but
the spirit shall return I shall return.
I am my brothers keeper I shall not die,
until God give the word; Under decay of
a world order, and the darkness that realms
of human death. Brothers walk side by side.
Is anybody listening?

Nigg... talk about f** ... f**..that ... f**…. this ... f**….children.. *** my sis. Not knowing what they f*** for. Ain't f**…. for love and appreciation. Just f**-to be f**..Nigg… f*** white thighs, brown thighs, yellow thighs. Nigg****** f*** sisters, brothers, mothers, and I be dam, anything that pleasures there low life self esteem, nigg… will f**…..
When it comes to revolution, nigg--- just f**…up. Nigg.. play on one another, no respect for their lovers, no respect for their mother’s, no love for their babies, who is the nigg…? Who cries a revolution, when he is just f**…up.
 

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