Black Poetry : Two Way Street: Q Ave or Dead End

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    BLAQ LOVE POURAHTREE Nefertum Husia Shayheh MEMBER

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    Don't want to shoot a black male,
    don't want to shoot a white male,
    don't want to shoot a yellow male,
    don't want to shoot a brown male either,
    see my direction is not at them,
    see within myself i comes incorrect,
    directing my violent thoughts out on somebody,
    always war is like that,
    from battling leaping into your own hesitation flirting with risks,
    it is confusing not knowing which way to go,
    when information technology comes at your temple full blast,
    it is the trigger function you didn't compute within your trigonometry,
    you clocking backwards growing up tapped into blacking out unfinished,
    so the knowledge crowds your creativity,
    you thinking you are supreme,
    but i been there behind the walls of ignorance controlling your physical senses,
    the news you got is years old seriously,
    it was setup for you to keep participating in they way of life,
    but you will still sell your soul out to be better than your people's investment,
    now you've become a higher figure of a determined lost soul created as a menace.

    Don't want to agree with a black female,
    don't want to agree with a white female,
    don't want to agree with a yellow female,
    don't want to agree with a brown female either,
    see my direction is not at them,
    see within myself i comes incorrect,
    directing my trifling lies of emotions out on somebody who is not aware,
    always war is like that,
    from battling leaping into your own hesitation flirting with risks,
    it is confusing not knowing which way to go,
    when emotions grows so powerful out of control i grow selfish into your heart i takes it,
    it is the squeeze of the trigger function on orbit you couldn't figure out and out comes another victim blinded,
    i be thinking i am supreme turning babies into slaves and soldiers full of hatred flying in the air unfinished,
    crashing out the skies of determined wonder to make it out the madness,
    some sell they soul to be safely all alone foe the love of it too much self-pride too far gone only strongest for themselves,
    now you've become a higher figure of a determined lost soul created as a opposite gender furthering creation of menaces.

    The two way street,
    either you take the one full of life,
    out comes life full,
    or the dead end,
    your choice,
    your decision,
    your humanity,
    the cause is effect.

    (Real Poetry)
     
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