Black Poetry : Hood Rats On Fire Burn Baby Burn (Explicite)

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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 who 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.
    Cowards of comformity closing eyes to truth,
    captivity that breeds seperation in what a black woman represent.

    Don’t cry bitc—you played the game now you must pay.
    Down playing the jewel of a real women love.
    Down playing 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 a genocide,
    Castrating a jewel which is written in the Mecca
    bee devil your time is up.
    Playing the role of a man in a women 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 don’t give a dam.
    Brothers who put there lives on the line.
    Face less revolution who 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 reflects 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 card board 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.

    All rights reserved
    Copywriter 2002
     
  2. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    very nice flow was you writting it and adding a wave file
    to hear it or just flowing it ......?
    this should be in the poetry forum this here is where we
    drop poetry wave files in
    i can move it if u like .
     
  3. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    There is no file attach to this explain to me please.
     
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    NO sistah there is no file attached
    this is poetry spoken word where poet's
    say there piece in a file and put it in this forum
    for others to hear .....just a written flow should
    be in one of the two poetry forums
    but i notice it did say written & spoken word
    it's cool i just thought you was putting it in a
    wave file to be heard
     
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    :thanks: yes you can move it
     
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    thanks sistah dis a very well writen scribe i truely love it
    keep dat pen flowing too ............wow !!
    it can get the props now here
     
  7. true love

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    Tight,very tight...i loved the message in here, but the people who need to read it the most probably won't.
     
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    ASHANTA, All World

    Mongrelized theory of who a real man is. - ASHANTA

    Don’t cry bitc—you played the game now you must pay. - ASHANTA

    Playing the role of a man in a women anatomy, a boy who shakes better than me. - ASHANTA

    Faith bares its on hell - ASHANTA

    The revolution is dead brothers and sisters who open doors - ASHANTA

    Fear not the words of Gods world. Fear man who will send you to hell. - ASHANTA

    The revolution is dead brothers and sisters who open doors - ASHANTA

    :grin:
     
  9. Bluewater

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    this is a awesome scribe...
    nice one
    Peace
    Blue :heart:
     
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    tight drop
    really likes this
    Angel
     
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