Black Poetry : Hood Rats On Fire Burn Baby Burn

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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.

    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.
     
  2. Poetrymama

    Poetrymama Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    re:Hood Rats

    Gurl, this is the :bomb:
     
  3. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    wow ! very very nice
    like reading into a life of realism
     
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    AHMOSE Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    This is my kind of piece.
    You hit us with the wisdom that is not conveyed by the title
    I think you been holding back on us lol.
    thanx for sharing...
     
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    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

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    this is maddddd real right here....i like how u flipped this ma.....wow.......can we say 'hotttt"...yo ,wherez russel simmons...some1 need to get you on def poety for realzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!


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    There lies a painful outcome when we fear our neighbor more than we fear a stranger. Keep putting the truth out there, plain sis. Flow on.
     
  7. PositiveMindset

    PositiveMindset Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I fear not...

    Sister, I dig deeply what you're workin' out of.

    Much peace.
     
  8. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Ya know...sometimes all a person can say is "ya know"...for all other words would be blasphemous. This is a 10 times pi.

    blak
     
  9. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    blessings my king we are our brothers and sisters keeper , let the almighty pen teach. Truth shall not be silence, save one, teach one, show one.
    In God is love, respect
     
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