Youth, Gangs, Crypts, Bloods, I Have Become A Man
Author Jacqueline Amos
Upon the darkness of night,
I sit holding my father tight.
Wanting him near, and the tears turned to blood.
He sits upon the tree as the tears fell upon his eyes.
He said my son I have forsaken you
of all your hopes and dreams.
I the image of man, means nothing upon this earth,
I cried with my father every tear drop that fell.
Father why have you stayed away for so long.
I thirst for the knowledge of a image of a man.
My son said the father in the quiet of the storm,
I have not forsaken you, I seek for
the same knowledge as you my son.
I put my palms in his hands, we danced through the valley,
Sharing the same tears. I my son the child within, I one day
Will be able to teach you to be a man.
I cry for the curse that I passed on through my genes.
I cry for the wisdom that I one day
shall present you with great things.
The sky open and man fell to there’s
knee’s dancing upon the valley.
Lord teach me how to be a King.
Paradise of my prison
Belly of the beast
Maintaining displaced
Wars. Bars. Cells
There is no Air
Surrounding dark an gray
Harvesting the hate.
Assembling songs of hate
Elevating, Motivation, rejuvenating
the family curse
Exonerate of words
My living hell
The inner spirit of man,
Infractions of hate,
Guilty I must pay ,
Repentance to late.
Be afraid of life not death.
Sipping on death.
Darkness of my turf,
I live among the belly of the beast
Walk like a man,
Death at its on hand,
Capitalistic dysfunctions,
Extermination of man,
Society Programmed,
See a self-destruction.
Who created who?
High standards,
Low morality that judge me,
Inferiority Programmed society,
Humiliations, psychological lynching,
In the name of God.
Interaction, unbalanced, Sealed with hate
Where the codes of honor,
Abomination of dignity I pledge to disgrace,
During the duration of this world order,
Symbolizations of a confusion
of a false Jesus. As son as father.
The cries of our children, the
crypts a formation where
Jesus laid, the blood that he shed,
the pain that flows through our children vain.
Manifestations of lost souls, who inflict
pain for the rituals starving for the
Connection of an ancestor who gave
his life that man would be free.
The betrayal of his brothers who came
in the name black man.
The friend the father, the son,
the blood that lies upon mans hand.
The order to kill if the bondage doesn’t stick.
Betrayal of the colors, which he wears,
dreams only of death
And disappear brother hood, where
man would not go.
I lye upon the cross. Let my ancestors
define my cause.
The law of miss knowing a close mind
will only confuse you.
The law of un doing. The spirit of one
generation becomes the history
Of the next. The blood that runs upon
the rivers, the sea’s that enters.
I the Messiah locks of my father,
test of faith, who is my brother?
I have felt the pain the betrayal of
thy seed, instant death jealousy and hate.
Let not thy right hand defend thy left.
I the Black Messiah cry in silence
The roots of my tree is dead. I have sent
my brothers to defend my cause.
There legacy as mind shall not be
in vain. Sealed in a book an un just cause.
Who pleads my case. I the Black
Messiah the Solomon as I my brother,
The lynching of thy roots lives in
a cocoon, who fights our cause.
Truth and off set to self.
I am not dead the voices cries from the soul.
Hear the screaming of the winds,
I shall not go under.
I gave my life for my brother.
The haunting of thy soul shall follow me.
Salvation that lye upon my feet, As the
slain that lies upon the grave.
Thy trespasses lie upon me. My eyes
cries by reason of my wraith.
I must now reap the sore of my brothers
disobedience upon the earth.
But unto thee I come as a humble child
to thy God, I stand before my Almighty
God, forgive thee dear lord. I give thy
blood upon you, thy loving kindness
upon thy head, thy faithfulness in
destruction has taken charge
Shall thy wonders be known upon the dark.
That my children shall not feel the pain.
I walk within the battlefield of the devil,
I shall fear no evil for thou art with thee,
I walk into the wars of the earth,
I the love, the peace maker of your faith,
I have seen the dead,
an the killers of men.
Within theses walls a thirsting to belong,
a family that dose not exist.
The false teachings and leaders that don’t exist.
Listen to the screams of the 4th
generations that have been cursed.
The crypts the pain beaten into a circle,
strength that he must show,
Pain must be inflicted to receive its crown.
Religion against Religion, Gang against gang,
territory against territory, brother against brother.
Satins revenge that is your God?
Criminals on patrol, forsaken a image
which knows nothing of which it followers,
The link between heaven and hell.
The blood that drips from my brother’s mouth,
the blood that flood from Jesus
Hand, the thieves that stood before
the cross, the murder of a savior
Who only brought love, the death of
thy brother by ones own hand,
The gangsters that wait upon my death.
There is no Father I can call; there
is no image to teach me self-control,
The Father and the Son and the spirit.
Brothers willing to die for the color of its rag.
Brothers who link the battle within the Universe.
Brothers who call each other Son.
Son of the Father, listen to the screams of the Youth
A thirst for there Fathers blood.
Mycological lynching each and every day.
Long to hear the words from thy Almighty son.
Let me tell you the secrets of being a great man.
Oh how I cry upon the night, turning
my pillows on the other side.
The termination of God, which is used
within our youth’s crowd,
Curse by the sperm that created darkness
that there Son’s may cry.
Sisters and Brothers joined within the
furor of hell.
Devil worshipers God said the curse
should fall upon the children,
Let me break it down nice and slow,
blind that refuse to see,
When the light is a clear, Genocide
within the rotten roots of a fool,
The thieves that stood before the cross,
the betrayal as the foundation of parents
who just don’t give a dam, fathers who
abandon there seeds.
Mama baby daddy maybe who really give fu--.
Crying that slave masters did it to me,
Get of the titter and free your self.
Brothers against Brothers protection of the link.
Listen as the cries get louder and louder.
The pain that lies within the soldiers against fathers.
Confliction war against the treason of love.
Pain within that cries we are one.
Society that drips bloods from our children
Who lives within the belly of the beast?
Listen as they cry I declare death
The symbolic image, which represent the man
Who never came home, murder the dignity
Of an association which is spilled in blood.
White powder that clouds the mind,
kill my brother sell him dope.
A universe of Zombies the walking dead.
Children raising children, Children raising parents.
Close minds saviors that live in the dark.
Nature contains the history of the evolution
of matter, life, and man. It is the arena
of past, present, and future. It contains
every quest that man can pursue.
A thirsting entry that leads into from
where it extended, extensive new root
planting of locally indigenous circle.
The tree the root defines a series of
versatile crying to be release, the blood
that continues to leak, until the fountains
run dry, knowledge and wisdom activities
and events. The historical significance
summoned by the ancestors, reconsidered
as the blood of thy brother, shall continue
to repeat until the mission of thy father
answers to the curse, trampling on Gods
creations shall not be erased, both
culturally and physically relevant to
the link to the heavens and earth
All rights reserved
Author Jacqueline Amos
Upon the darkness of night,
I sit holding my father tight.
Wanting him near, and the tears turned to blood.
He sits upon the tree as the tears fell upon his eyes.
He said my son I have forsaken you
of all your hopes and dreams.
I the image of man, means nothing upon this earth,
I cried with my father every tear drop that fell.
Father why have you stayed away for so long.
I thirst for the knowledge of a image of a man.
My son said the father in the quiet of the storm,
I have not forsaken you, I seek for
the same knowledge as you my son.
I put my palms in his hands, we danced through the valley,
Sharing the same tears. I my son the child within, I one day
Will be able to teach you to be a man.
I cry for the curse that I passed on through my genes.
I cry for the wisdom that I one day
shall present you with great things.
The sky open and man fell to there’s
knee’s dancing upon the valley.
Lord teach me how to be a King.
Paradise of my prison
Belly of the beast
Maintaining displaced
Wars. Bars. Cells
There is no Air
Surrounding dark an gray
Harvesting the hate.
Assembling songs of hate
Elevating, Motivation, rejuvenating
the family curse
Exonerate of words
My living hell
The inner spirit of man,
Infractions of hate,
Guilty I must pay ,
Repentance to late.
Be afraid of life not death.
Sipping on death.
Darkness of my turf,
I live among the belly of the beast
Walk like a man,
Death at its on hand,
Capitalistic dysfunctions,
Extermination of man,
Society Programmed,
See a self-destruction.
Who created who?
High standards,
Low morality that judge me,
Inferiority Programmed society,
Humiliations, psychological lynching,
In the name of God.
Interaction, unbalanced, Sealed with hate
Where the codes of honor,
Abomination of dignity I pledge to disgrace,
During the duration of this world order,
Symbolizations of a confusion
of a false Jesus. As son as father.
The cries of our children, the
crypts a formation where
Jesus laid, the blood that he shed,
the pain that flows through our children vain.
Manifestations of lost souls, who inflict
pain for the rituals starving for the
Connection of an ancestor who gave
his life that man would be free.
The betrayal of his brothers who came
in the name black man.
The friend the father, the son,
the blood that lies upon mans hand.
The order to kill if the bondage doesn’t stick.
Betrayal of the colors, which he wears,
dreams only of death
And disappear brother hood, where
man would not go.
I lye upon the cross. Let my ancestors
define my cause.
The law of miss knowing a close mind
will only confuse you.
The law of un doing. The spirit of one
generation becomes the history
Of the next. The blood that runs upon
the rivers, the sea’s that enters.
I the Messiah locks of my father,
test of faith, who is my brother?
I have felt the pain the betrayal of
thy seed, instant death jealousy and hate.
Let not thy right hand defend thy left.
I the Black Messiah cry in silence
The roots of my tree is dead. I have sent
my brothers to defend my cause.
There legacy as mind shall not be
in vain. Sealed in a book an un just cause.
Who pleads my case. I the Black
Messiah the Solomon as I my brother,
The lynching of thy roots lives in
a cocoon, who fights our cause.
Truth and off set to self.
I am not dead the voices cries from the soul.
Hear the screaming of the winds,
I shall not go under.
I gave my life for my brother.
The haunting of thy soul shall follow me.
Salvation that lye upon my feet, As the
slain that lies upon the grave.
Thy trespasses lie upon me. My eyes
cries by reason of my wraith.
I must now reap the sore of my brothers
disobedience upon the earth.
But unto thee I come as a humble child
to thy God, I stand before my Almighty
God, forgive thee dear lord. I give thy
blood upon you, thy loving kindness
upon thy head, thy faithfulness in
destruction has taken charge
Shall thy wonders be known upon the dark.
That my children shall not feel the pain.
I walk within the battlefield of the devil,
I shall fear no evil for thou art with thee,
I walk into the wars of the earth,
I the love, the peace maker of your faith,
I have seen the dead,
an the killers of men.
Within theses walls a thirsting to belong,
a family that dose not exist.
The false teachings and leaders that don’t exist.
Listen to the screams of the 4th
generations that have been cursed.
The crypts the pain beaten into a circle,
strength that he must show,
Pain must be inflicted to receive its crown.
Religion against Religion, Gang against gang,
territory against territory, brother against brother.
Satins revenge that is your God?
Criminals on patrol, forsaken a image
which knows nothing of which it followers,
The link between heaven and hell.
The blood that drips from my brother’s mouth,
the blood that flood from Jesus
Hand, the thieves that stood before
the cross, the murder of a savior
Who only brought love, the death of
thy brother by ones own hand,
The gangsters that wait upon my death.
There is no Father I can call; there
is no image to teach me self-control,
The Father and the Son and the spirit.
Brothers willing to die for the color of its rag.
Brothers who link the battle within the Universe.
Brothers who call each other Son.
Son of the Father, listen to the screams of the Youth
A thirst for there Fathers blood.
Mycological lynching each and every day.
Long to hear the words from thy Almighty son.
Let me tell you the secrets of being a great man.
Oh how I cry upon the night, turning
my pillows on the other side.
The termination of God, which is used
within our youth’s crowd,
Curse by the sperm that created darkness
that there Son’s may cry.
Sisters and Brothers joined within the
furor of hell.
Devil worshipers God said the curse
should fall upon the children,
Let me break it down nice and slow,
blind that refuse to see,
When the light is a clear, Genocide
within the rotten roots of a fool,
The thieves that stood before the cross,
the betrayal as the foundation of parents
who just don’t give a dam, fathers who
abandon there seeds.
Mama baby daddy maybe who really give fu--.
Crying that slave masters did it to me,
Get of the titter and free your self.
Brothers against Brothers protection of the link.
Listen as the cries get louder and louder.
The pain that lies within the soldiers against fathers.
Confliction war against the treason of love.
Pain within that cries we are one.
Society that drips bloods from our children
Who lives within the belly of the beast?
Listen as they cry I declare death
The symbolic image, which represent the man
Who never came home, murder the dignity
Of an association which is spilled in blood.
White powder that clouds the mind,
kill my brother sell him dope.
A universe of Zombies the walking dead.
Children raising children, Children raising parents.
Close minds saviors that live in the dark.
Nature contains the history of the evolution
of matter, life, and man. It is the arena
of past, present, and future. It contains
every quest that man can pursue.
A thirsting entry that leads into from
where it extended, extensive new root
planting of locally indigenous circle.
The tree the root defines a series of
versatile crying to be release, the blood
that continues to leak, until the fountains
run dry, knowledge and wisdom activities
and events. The historical significance
summoned by the ancestors, reconsidered
as the blood of thy brother, shall continue
to repeat until the mission of thy father
answers to the curse, trampling on Gods
creations shall not be erased, both
culturally and physically relevant to
the link to the heavens and earth
All rights reserved
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