Black Poetry : The Weight on my Shoulders...Let's watch this **** burn.

blakverb

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the weight on my shoulders
are like boulders broken off the
faces of Mount Rushmore
mere tokens of hastened harmonies
trapped in the bowels of whip
hushed slaves on virginian shores and
frozen tribal dance steps on
oceanic floors

the thoughts of prison doors
and pimp and whores and *******
settling scores for plots of stolen
land / has me hiding in closets
from my own melanin / cause I can't
associate myself with those *******

I figure they must be confused
placated by biosocial terroristic values
cause if you don't have dead prezs in
your pockets in this game
you lose / now I stand battered and bruised
from beating myself with pity on why my
financial life is so shyty trying to avoid
the corrugated box in the park of the city

but i deny the temptation to be the
governments mercenary for profit /
the soul corruption puppet for green lint
in my pocket / lead around by media injected
messages when my mind is infected
give hand jobs to Uncle scam when his
John is erected / I ain't that brother / but
many pacified palms tell psalms of how
"Good massuhs stuff feels" let's
keep it real keep it real

Be panther led in the soul / control your gunplay
like the day Huey and Bobby told the law ***** you
and your role / protect your people instruct your people
erect your people don't destruct your people
don't let Miss libertease stick her ***** in your mouth/
close your eyes and smell the stench of strange fruit
hanging in the south / remember who you are
remember who you are remember who you are

I have so much weight on my shoulders / I
want to start a fire and just watch **** burn


baby burn.

(c)2002 blakverb
 
yo blak you are ill dun
the tit in your mouth was ill
and this part i liked but the whole sh*t was phat

/ lead around by media injected
messages when my mind is infected
give hand jobs to Uncle scam when his
John is erected

check this link out dun you know i got links

http://www.bankindex.com/read.asp?ID=1338
 
blak......

man they pulling the strings as if we're puppets
treating us like blind cattle
trying to herd us to destruction
But the Angel of Darkness will not go out like that
Sword drawn
Retribution must be won
for the centuries
of misery
Like Sodom and Gomoraah
let it burn
with hellfire
and brimstone
for the wicked shall be turned into hell
and the nation that forget God...
we living in the land of the free
but the land doesn't know the meaning of free
they have forgotten the principles for which the land was built on
or maybe that was just a publicity stunt
cause when they brought my ancestors over
I don't think they treated them in a righteous manner
and the sins of the father
has been passed on to the son
Its judgement time
and the Dark Bishop is presiding....
 
GOTDAMN! This was HARD AS HELL! I was pounding my thighs, and muffling my exclaimations of delight at reading this blazing piece! You ripped it with such raw truth.......Verb this is definitely something for the people to ponder and put into action. Let me be one of the first to hand you a match ..........
 

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