Black Poetry : NEVER

thespokesman

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Aug 5, 2003
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Mo. City Tx/ Houston
Occupation
Designer, student
I’ll never stop

Never stop till the tea pot rock
Stock what you never understood brock
To the top, I tied my shoes with knots
Like a child I learned how to wipe my snot
Keep my bloodclot
My black man is have-not

Slowed down the tempo
Revolutions per minute
This is for all those who had popped eyes for spinach
Scheming behind schemes, pulling many gimmicks
Opportunities were fogged windows, trying to see in it
Scratching off Dan’s druff every minute

Talking bout under the hood, smelling oxides
Just to get a boost, my peoples lied
For my funeral, my peoples died
Get it one day, when you read between the eye’s lines
Bleaching crème trying to kill leather and a pic’s pride
I’ll never stop, for this I’ll fry to stop a cry
 
Nice read..
 

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