15 black men shot and killed in so many years. 41 bullets in one unarmed man...today i feel like venting...
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Feet swollen from draggin along the concrete society planned for me cuz my
eyes are Hazel, back is swole and my chest is tattooed with symbols of ancestry and love.
Why should I not wear precious metals, taken from the ravaged and raped soil
of the land of Africa where some say I’m from just cuz my skin is dark and eyes
are hazel and my back is strong but when I search to find the roots of my tree
I see that it began on this side of the middle passage;
I struggle to keep my jeans up cuz they hanging deep from the weight of so-called
societal sacraments of filth and dismay displayed on cyber sexed over rated videos
dripping with thongs and songs of buying the weight, cutting the weight, separating
the weight, selling the weight, running with the weight, getting caught with the weight,
receiving the weight, now serving the weight while kids hold the weight of a
glock 9 instead of a super soaker;
i watch as children as young as 9 flossing $175 jordans under their $200
Sean Jean with a $600 gold Mickey dropped from their 30’ chain talking on
his cell phone while his mom is sitting there talking to him like he's her
boyfriend and not her child?
Exaggerated? Maybe but when you see you will understand that we worship our
children to the point of losing them for we fail to accept responsibility of
growth and understand by replacing it with wealth and misunderstanding
promoting in them that, “It’s all about the Benjamins” yet the Ben in them can’t
tell the difference between right or wrong unless it’s encased in $20 bills….
I cringe at the thought of children sporting $200 FUBU outfits over $300
bullet proof vest just because they’re concerned that the ones who “serve and
protect” are really “scared to profess” that they have been programmed to shoot
first ask questions later when facing a man who was born with the terminal
“fit the description” illness;
(the only cure is change of color or change of conscious whichever is easier)
Love your children is the key but must we continue to raise children whose focus
is on wealth and not educating them on the reality of life; that the struggle for
the easy dollar will require the sacrifice of freedom or life…so we sing songs
of praise to the almighty dollar who everyday purchases freedom for those who
acquire it…the “roll” models who have rolled the dice, rolled the ball,
rolled the bags, rolled the time, rolled the dimes, rolled
the money into rolls
of pain, rolled by the police, rolled through the police, rolled on the streets
by 41 rolled bullets in our system yet rolled by a system with bank rolls big
enough to roll your life into obscurity taken from us then they rowed past the
middle passage into the mid-level passage of slavery unspoken now covered
by premeditated murder committed by proprietors of justice yet the in-justice is
not in just us but in the system designed to create everyone equal yet
still leaves us as only half a man.
And evan now when I enter the great halls of justice between the metal
detectors that ring “neg-ro” when I walk through not because I am strapped
with a metal firearm but born with a weapon the MAN has yet figured out how to conquer…
They realized genocide no longer worked so now they resort to homicide cause suicide is not canceptual in the mind of the strong black being…
just felt like venting as i struggle to reach the end of my Timbs....
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Feet swollen from draggin along the concrete society planned for me cuz my
eyes are Hazel, back is swole and my chest is tattooed with symbols of ancestry and love.
Why should I not wear precious metals, taken from the ravaged and raped soil
of the land of Africa where some say I’m from just cuz my skin is dark and eyes
are hazel and my back is strong but when I search to find the roots of my tree
I see that it began on this side of the middle passage;
I struggle to keep my jeans up cuz they hanging deep from the weight of so-called
societal sacraments of filth and dismay displayed on cyber sexed over rated videos
dripping with thongs and songs of buying the weight, cutting the weight, separating
the weight, selling the weight, running with the weight, getting caught with the weight,
receiving the weight, now serving the weight while kids hold the weight of a
glock 9 instead of a super soaker;
i watch as children as young as 9 flossing $175 jordans under their $200
Sean Jean with a $600 gold Mickey dropped from their 30’ chain talking on
his cell phone while his mom is sitting there talking to him like he's her
boyfriend and not her child?
Exaggerated? Maybe but when you see you will understand that we worship our
children to the point of losing them for we fail to accept responsibility of
growth and understand by replacing it with wealth and misunderstanding
promoting in them that, “It’s all about the Benjamins” yet the Ben in them can’t
tell the difference between right or wrong unless it’s encased in $20 bills….
I cringe at the thought of children sporting $200 FUBU outfits over $300
bullet proof vest just because they’re concerned that the ones who “serve and
protect” are really “scared to profess” that they have been programmed to shoot
first ask questions later when facing a man who was born with the terminal
“fit the description” illness;
(the only cure is change of color or change of conscious whichever is easier)
Love your children is the key but must we continue to raise children whose focus
is on wealth and not educating them on the reality of life; that the struggle for
the easy dollar will require the sacrifice of freedom or life…so we sing songs
of praise to the almighty dollar who everyday purchases freedom for those who
acquire it…the “roll” models who have rolled the dice, rolled the ball,
rolled the bags, rolled the time, rolled the dimes, rolled
the money into rolls
of pain, rolled by the police, rolled through the police, rolled on the streets
by 41 rolled bullets in our system yet rolled by a system with bank rolls big
enough to roll your life into obscurity taken from us then they rowed past the
middle passage into the mid-level passage of slavery unspoken now covered
by premeditated murder committed by proprietors of justice yet the in-justice is
not in just us but in the system designed to create everyone equal yet
still leaves us as only half a man.
And evan now when I enter the great halls of justice between the metal
detectors that ring “neg-ro” when I walk through not because I am strapped
with a metal firearm but born with a weapon the MAN has yet figured out how to conquer…
They realized genocide no longer worked so now they resort to homicide cause suicide is not canceptual in the mind of the strong black being…
just felt like venting as i struggle to reach the end of my Timbs....
