Black Poetry : Organized Confusion Pt. 4

info-moetry

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I don't spit game
I spit mental flames, wit da wicked aim
I never kick it lame
I ain't no Pimp wit' a limp and chain
never use the words ***** or ***
too me that is a wicked shame
brother how did you forget their names
& how can you see a woman in that light
unless you mirror that reflection
since God blessed the womb
why don't you mirror her protection
mother earth blessed you too
why don't you mirror her affection
love is love and life just is
so do you really want just-ice
or just a piece of Ice
Religions got our minds so divided
got me reminiscin' on how they cut my last Pizza slice
I went too the church, mosque and temple and ordered a whole pie
and all they gave me was a piece of Christ
I chewed it, spit it out
and got rid of the crust too...........
why, because I love you!!

Info-Moetry (c) 2006
 

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