Black Poetry : The Black Hole In The Ghetto Called Brooklyn

ASHANTA

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Brooklyn N. Y.
Representation of a Revolution is now enforced.
Economic, dilemma, capitalistic,
dysfunctions, racial hatred.
Don’t need no praise from the
Universe, don’t need no pat
on the back. My skin is white,
black who gives a ***--, there
will be no more segregation,
White powder is not racist, green is the Benjamin’s
I enforce. My monuments taste of blood;
there is no heritage that I employ,
Fake as revolution I can’t cry no dam more.



The lime light drug dealers upon the night
Junkies that lye upon the dark; waiting for the
Right plight, daughters of the night; dresses upon
Their thigh’s, rotten fish, that can kill,
Lustful demons that ride the innocence of death;
babies addicted to crack.


Loud music blasting, criminals on patrol
Under, Satan, Authority, children of the night.
Whores without class, underground mafia
who kills any hopes of change, ignorance

intimidated by knowledge, take the
Smart gangsters out living in a formulary of shame
Black Hole In An Establishment Call Brooklyn
Living in the Projects Condominiums,


robot patrolling my establishments.
The Universe had its chance, now watch me work.
A cult that fears no man, black
masses of cowardly reform,
Still pouring dirty water out the masters door.

Dark corners masquerading poverty pimps,
Middle mans disgrace, Stupid bitc—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
boy your destructions has been the cry of the land.
Wake up 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.

A dream that died to keep his roots alive,
sweet words, 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 doesn’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 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.





How the hell you going to tell me reform,
when you can’t say hello to your
sister next door, mama baby daddy
maybe, father running like a scared
chicken, failure to pay his child support.
I got a plan recognize tired of a revolution that don’t exists,


My solution may not fit, so jump


back into the womb and play dead.


A coward dies a thousand times
but a brave man dies once.





There’s no respect for authorities


the thieves that pay my rent,


Undercover, collaborator that wears
the same color as me. I am moving
up the corporate ladder,


thieves that have no conscious,


Diamonds that says I wear the order of this land.


I ride in my big limousine, I wear


the blink, blink , upon my chest.


I fight for unity of self. There is no


apology for the trick analogy.





That man refuse to play its role, I am not
afraid to dye the price of freedom is death.
I am the holder of the wipe I sing
no anthem song. You had the chance,
So don’t cry of the image you clone.





War grounds the devils army that sets before the night.
Drug enforcers, gang banging, territories that one
Must not cross, hip hop assignation, mothers who
Wear black, body bags, sons, death to the


young, who walk upon the night.
Boys who wear men forms, and the children
Without insight, living by the code of the dead man
Legacies one time on the cross;





Birth From Divinity
Bitter Iron
Bonded in Battle
Breaking The Chain
Canvas Of The Heart.
Ant’s know Ghetto hymns in the skies.


Flying bullets, children targeted, shoot outs


In the branches call education;


Motherless and fatherless children,


Living in a 8/11 cage called, suicide in


A house called jungle.



There shall be no victory for those who sleep.


The Assassins like a thief in the night.


The bounty has been paid in Gold.


A man without wisdom will only repeat the same mistakes.


As the loving, spirit is tossed aside.


Ain’t no Ghettos in the heaven


Flip the script cause the almighty is listening.


Black JUJU dust that floats within


The mind tight cads bound by the chains


To the minds.








The bitter sweet, the taste of sweet.


The tarnish of natural,


and forbidden trails that linger within.





The taste lingers for salt,


That sets off the flavors of thy ways.


Gentle be thou way,


Once the salt has deleted,


The sweetness of its taste.





There shall be no return,


the sweetness shall be no more.


Worldwide watch the Ghetto


Brother man the assassins


breeds from the devil.





Like it hate it


Ain’t going to be a revolution


Until you confess it.


The Holocaust lives within the dungeon


Ain’t going be no survivors


as long as man hides behind


the cord of ethics I shall not see; allowing


the assassins to kill our roots.


Denial wider than the open Nile.



Everything in life


there’s a price have to be paid


Ain’t no real revolution


Until the fake ***


Turn in there papers.
There's a price and a fee
In the land of the brave


Ain’t never going to be freedom


Until the enemy of self


Be eliminated.


Words of a assassin.



Don’t lean on the Messiah


Crying in deliverance


When you are already dead.


Black hole in the ghetto call Brooklyn.
 

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