Black Poetry : Hood Rats On Fire, Burn Baby Burn, Angry Black Woman

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Hood Rats On Fire
    Burn Baby Burn


    Dark corners masquerading poverty pimps,
    Middle mans disgrace, Stupid bit—follow in there way.
    Who is the army that you represent?
    A mongrelized theory, of what a real man is;
    Reverse psychologies give me a brother
    who would love and protect.
    When he comes in love, you think he is not
    worthy playing games when your right
    hand hits you in the face.

    Don’t cry bitc—you played the game now you must pay.
    Downplaying the jewel of a real women love.
    Downplaying the image of a real man.
    Give me my identity back.
    I wear your scars on my back. Running
    through the hood like a dog in heat,
    When brothers call you a bit—society
    the blame, for lack of your own respect.

    Sisters doing sisters, Brothers doing
    brothers, living in the eyes of genocide,
    Castrating a jewel which is written in
    the Mecca bee devil your time is up.
    Playing the role of a man in a woman
    anatomy, a boy who shakes better than me.
    Indoctrination of a freak show, if the
    norms say its ok, anything goes.
    Wake up and smell the coffee for its to
    late, down with the hood rats who bare my face.

    Dark corners we shall over come,
    bleeding hearts, cries of love, scars
    on my back, blood in my hands the
    tides of human castrations, the conformity of a slave,
    A tortured mind we wear the mask, No justice no peace.

    The world wears a illusions of greater
    than thee, high tone mask, word of
    profanity, death on death, chambers
    of the hood swinging from the ropes of the hood rat Klan.


    Black boy your destructions has been the cry of the land.
    Wake up nigg—s the game is no longer herd.
    Don’t confuse the man with the boy, who wears the mask
    Masquerading as a man in a boy anatomy.


    I don’t give a fu—about your revolution,
    sister to sister who hides behind the blood,
    who will sit by me on the bus, with the slave masters eyes.
    Heuy Newton, Rapp Brown, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King
    Faceless brothers who had a dream.
    Scars on there back, blood in there hands, tears in there eyes,
    A dream that died to keep his roots alive, sweet
    words, black pride, bull sh—bring down the
    inflicted indoctrinations of a tainted revolution,
    that’s to lazy to survive.
    Greed, jealousy, division of a people who has no pride;

    Lets get down an dirty, read between
    the lines, hate me be me, a hero is
    nothing but a sandwich when the meat is rotten in a lama land.
    Fake as- revolutionist who doesn’t give a dam.
    Brothers who put their lives on the line,
    Face less revolution that never gave a dam.
    Sitting on a power ship, as the roots are being burn.
    Freeing self from the prisons, the behavior of life ,
    justice shall prevail,
    even though there is no bell are light.


    Faith bares its on hell
    The ultimate measures of a man,
    Is his thoughts that will one day be his hell.
    Fear not the truth upon the universe,
    fear not the truth among circles,
    fear not the truth,
    within the Pitts of mans own hell.
    Fear not the words of Gods world.
    Fear man who will send you to hell.


    The revolution is dead brothers and sisters who open doors.
    Spineless nigg—sit back an profile, as there children cry.
    Give me love are give me death.

    Has no fate, subservient to the devils delight,.
    Morals responsibilities, just laws
    implementing the demands of justice,
    justice correcting what stands,
    against human descent in human life.

    Nevertheless, man covers the coloration of man.
    Nevertheless, man hides behind Gods Love.
    Nevertheless, the eyes reflect the symbol of hate.
    Nevertheless, the devil has no loyalty to self.
    Nevertheless, he empowers him self to be God.
    Wearing the three sixes above his head.
    Nevertheless, he stills from the poor and give to the rich.
    Nevertheless, he cries its the victim fault.
    Nevertheless, he tries to pimp the almighty God.

    Nevertheless, he swift all he can, and take them with him to hell.
    Eastern Wisdom upon my feet Revolution suicide I wear Drug addicted society floating in air Hero nothing but an illusion of mans own mind. Living in darkness in a cardboard box 8/11 on little spot, darkness in the homicide state Living in darkness in the belly of the beast Free your self from this disgrace. Inherited family of humanity who need man to predict my fate surrendering my life to revolution and illusions Denial that surface the inner darkness of my fate.
     
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    If i don't hear nothing else i hear this so clear
    u touch base let the mental of her anger flow
    wow !! i just relaxed reading this foot note.....
     
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    Whoa ASHANTA, that was a powerful piece there. I see you are spiritually enriched:) I give it.....:star: :star: :star: :star: :star:
     
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    I like the powerful voice of this piece. Nice drop cuz.
     
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    Your are a movement sister
    We are blinded and you have shined a light
    Great great work poet
    You went from the sister to sister
    To the leaders that arent what they seem
    To bleed shed and the dream
    Powerful poet I think one of your best
    Much Love Poet
     
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    Hood Rats On Fire :jumping:

    :getout: WOW AWESOME --

    DANG YOU GOT ME fired up and ready to protest or something.

    Talk about passion-- great job sis ---


    speak on preach on -- care on--


    we need more spit fires like you


    :welldone:
     
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    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Blessings my brothers and sisters with the power of your pens, we will get it right we are one, no longer shall we sit back and let our people, walk in the pits of hell, the pen is powerful, thank you for your comments.
     
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