[/B] Let A Black Women Speak Warriors Without Honor Within these walls Men do not speak The teachings that men who show gentilities are weak Women do not listen a default in communication And the slave masters trick analogy begins to work. Books of darkness, shall appear in the light of conscious, Implementing sources of humanity, delete the whose and what, in mans darkness without couscous. Illusions of powers for man sakes. Warriors without honor Listen how the white man call Black women whores in a conservatives tone of voice. Nevertheless the whores Lye among there own family tree. So who I am I to be angry when my Brother do the same thing. Who am I to get angry when my sisters represent themselves as whores. So who am I to be angry when I sell My dignity for fame. Money has no power when you sell your soul, There is a lesson to be learned. A man who shame his family tree his hold culture will be wiped out in the blink of the eye. Without memory of the past to present, Giving the devil opportunities to lynch women through the corners of her mind, what is dignity if it is not honored Among the family tree. One will not be able to relate new experiences to ours executing stores of knowledge, knowlege is power, and a fool sits in waiting for self murder, there would be no sense of identity, no history, no civilization of who we are. Thinking the revolution is over. reading from the script of the devil. Look how the devil turn on Janet Jackson. Sister fell in the trap of the devil listen who sings and crys One black woman out the way. Ego has always been the death trap of all man. Sisters and Brothers high on the bling bling, never thinking with common since. To day you a star but God gives and take away. When honor has no fate. To defame honor the price is death to a woman. Will we ever learn. The hypnotic transformation of the bionic slave. The three stages of conformity to self. There are no warriors that live among the black foundation. The white man has called the black women a whore don’t see any one coming in there defense, the tom tom drums brings back the past. Sista’s to busy reading the books of the slave masters scripts. To understand memory we must also come to terms with forgetting, why some of the information that we once knew Is no longer available to us. Many of the answers to questions about Remembering and forgetting who we are. Honor among black women must begin now, what a bad taste warriors without honor to there race. Un relying memory of our Ancestors and the struggles and the lives they have given. To break the curse of the slave syndromes a black state Of mind. Planting the seed of destruction. Black men who love white women. Angry black women turn on black men. White men loving black women As they set traps forgetting the trick analogy That they set for the weak, never sleep on the devil He shall never change. Wisdom is knowledge and The ignorance of many think they know it all. Televise the revolution one is better than the other. The Black women warrior is dead. Jealousy and hate among black sisters. Ignorance intimidated by knowledge. Cut of the learning process turn on one another. Accept the causes and effects if it dose not apply to one another. All black men are dogs All black women are whores Control through the psychotic Fraud state of mind. Hypnosis and pain control inflicted within the circle Of a culture what we learn, what we think, what we think The future will bring, under a hypnotic state of mind. Reverse the state of mind watch them ******* turn on each other. Black men who sleep with white whores forfeit your inheritance/ Even through the tramp is a whore I will reclaim your Fortunes step back black man even through she is a ***** I will now begin the public lynching before the press. The white women says to the black man I know you want a white Women hanging on your arm, and the little boy forget his Honor and the devil laughs another ****** is dead. And the brothers are singing kill them black whores. And the women try to gain honor from the warriors Without honor and sell her dignity for a moment of fame. Black warriors no longer exists says some black men when it comes to the honor black women, Sisters that continue to play head games. When our foundations are falling apart. What is wrong with this picture, a white women could be the biggest Whore in the world, the white man is going to protect her Honor ever if he confronts her behind close doors. Black men that lynch there women for the world to see. So do sister’s who have no knowledge of coming together in Unity. Listen as the circle turns, See the devils as they begin to fall, What goes around is coming. Penalty is not after you die, It is right now, close me out. But the truth shall not be silence. Sinners prayers on the air, Blink, Blink, Blink Bit—shaking there as- for the world to see. Dollar bills hanging from roof to chair. Bit-h on leases we don’t give a dam Capitalistic dysfunctions , is anybody listening? Put them whores on the street Bring my money home to me. Crying slave mentality A culture that don’t link The unity only primary weapon Of contingent is, it is all about me. Sisters rapping the same empathic I’m a whore Come on and get me. Do you want some of my milk shake Listen how the media tells the Sisters whores will not be allowed. Warriors without honor. Nevertheless a Queen knows that this tarnishes the mind of our young. It teachs ours babies that her body is an out house for all the dogs who come her way. The body is the temple save it for a real black man. Wonder why men call black women the bit-- word and scream the black warriors are dead. Sisters turn up there noise walking in the house of death, singing that we are one. Wisdom is power and respect is honor. The blind cannot lead the blind. And ignorance is the death to many cultures and nations. A man can crawl in the gutter and crawl like a dog, he stands up and he will be considered a man. Let a woman try it she will always be the scum of the earth. Warriors without honor who fault is it ? Mother of the Universe give great wisdom of love, Among the valley an the sun, I bring honor to earth, the universe. The incubation of land. I set forth the footprints, I set forth Spirituality. I sit before the Calvary with tears upon my eyes, the division of my children cry out loud. Yet the confess they speak for me, the blood that I shed, that my children one day would be free. The work of my blood is crying in shame. I women of the universe have now again felt the wipe of my own family tree. God rise me upon my own disbelief. Look through the windows of my mind. Beneath the seas, I walk with the torch, The light that shines upon women, The gift from God. The lynching of my sons, the march of freedom that I walk, the cage bird sing before my sons, who lived in a cage, in respect of freedom, the revolution that my children, should no longer feel, the pain of the darkness of hell. So I ask who am I to cry? when they silence the words of God. For the wicked have ate the roots of my family tree. I rise upon the Calvary with the torch of the light. Jealousy and hate is the devils who rejoiced my pain. I walked upon the cold waters, with pollution upon my feet, the revolutions of my children as the blood, I shed flows through there vein, selfish to there own needs, insecurity the lynching of freedom. My daughters of the spirit truth shall not be silence, treason by those who come in the image of women face. Shall no longer be the successors of her birth rights, Women the Nubian queen.