Plagiarism Wear not my colors, represent not my roots, a man without conscious has no soul. You sing my anthems, you speak my truce. You allow my children to hang from a rotten tree, it has no roots from like of knowledge. It has not been watered, the sun has killed the soul and the fountains runs of blood. The elders must lead the way. The wisdom of God, shall be the treasures Of tomorrow, all we leave is rotten dust. My ancestors fought for a new day. That you may live upon this land today. The soldiers of a new world order. And you sit back and don’t even, want to recognize his name. The selfishness has weeded within the blood, Our babies are screaming, deaf by the blood and scripts, screaming of pain. Not understanding the reason of the script. Is anyone listening. Where are the brothers who gather together, linking with the powerful, Who can show them a better day. Out of sight out of mind. Who stands up and say enough is enough. Hip hopping, Gang banging, Selling sex, Excuse the *****, Project *******, riding the whore, what a language our brothers, Sing, women without honor and dignity to there name. Children before they reach 4 singing down with the bling, bling. Fuci them ******* they ant nothing but whores. Mama allows the sons to play the music out loud, There is no shame the dignity that women have. What the circle dose it goes. No leadership are pride in how there children are raise. Waiting for the government to teach them how to read. Then we cry lack of education our children receive. To lazy to visit a child class room least twice a week. Many that sit home and have sex all day. Running the streets, smoking weed don’t know who is Jane are Paul. This is not every black women, and many men are not shi’’ But the ones who fall in this category you know who you are. Plagiarisms Treason The family tree roots. As they walk through the furnace of hell. You hate my sisters, you hate my brothers. You turn your head, when my daughters call your name. I the ancestors daughter, and the blood continues to run through my vain. You steal my sons stool, they no longer rule. You raise them alone, now they have no in sight what it takes to be a man. You pass on the hate, and now they scream, down with the ******* I stand alone. No leadership that you offer, to bring my children back home. There is no reasoning of the lack of strength. Women created to teach and nurture, not to abandon there rightful place. A man is to lead, and a women who stands by his side. Following the slave masters theory, now who is singing the sad song. Plagiarism Seek not for my guidance, you can do it own your own. And idol mind is the devils work shop. Plagiarism not my name, as my children dye in vain. There are no leaders to teach, and rally in the name of unity, Sisters to sisters, Brothers to brothers, join hand in the name of Justice, thy family tree is dying, and sisters sitting around hating. Who has the solution to the problem, many lives in a capsule with no knowledge of self. Out of sight out of mind. What have you given , to the children of society today. The cloning of your raring, will be the out come of his future tomorrow. What effects one shall effect another. Are you safe in your streets. Down with the bull ****… Lets keep it real, the black mind of some, is like the ****.. house without fresh air. Black power, Black power, who is black and what power do you state.