This is for my young brothers JuNe and Joski Thepoet. Two cats who been through it and still refuse to bend to the will of man.
Catch me if you can world.
BACK TO MY BLACK,
I RISE FROM THE DUST,
IN ALLAH I TRUST,
ALLOW MY BRAIN TO COMBUST
Transcontinental is my mental,
transcendental is my esthetics, the force of my phonetics, elemental,
I meditate on my melanin, cojoined in spirit with my brethren, not accidental,
earth begins with inner forces thrusting though the mantle,
homo-erectus, and early prospectus, a sample,
wind begins to thin the carbon monoxide, when tectonic plates collide,
fire spyts forming volcanoes, volcanoes flow,
into the ocean,
creating a semi-circular motion,
Allah says the Word, new worlds emerge,
racism deferred,
to a later date,
in the beginning there was a civilization to make,
color lines are blurred,
obscured by what we needed to learn, as the world turns on its axis,
formation of the Abraxas,
mystic meaning of 365 spheres,
365 days in the Julian calendar year,
365 ways to dry a tear,
365 displays of the Borealis in the Northern Hemisphere,
atmospheric conditions, creating new additions,
land bridges, over bodies of water, through mountain ridges,
over the Great Divide, isolates the Tribe who once would coincide,
New Europeans, Proto Asiatics, Original Africans struggle to survive,
thus the birth of genocide,
once beside the Creator,
now astride the Hater,
the Horses of the Apocalypse,
man ill-equipped, to deal with the ego trip,
Allah calls, the scattered Tribes, refuse to reply,
sprits dancing in the concentric sphere begin to cry,
man now thinking he can be greater than the Man, the threat implied,
man now thinking he is above the woman, yet it was the woman who Allah supplied,
with the ability to sustain life, once an egg is fertilized,
man cannot ingest fluids through nose and mouth unless in the womb,
yet man presumes, and continues to consume, though the New Earth has plenty of room,
man now marooned,
on an island of discontent, refusing to pay Allah the rent,
man kills another man, man is God Damned, refusing to repent,
the good graces,
of the Great Sprit is spent,
the definition of races,
man invents
BACK TO MY BLACK,
I RISE FROM THE DUST,
IN ALLAH I TRUST,
ALLOW MY BRAIN TO COMBUST
Man attempts what cannot be defined,
forcing words into the mouth of the Devine,
when man feels inclined,
once had trouble walking upright, now man thinks he is refined,
so now he creates gods of his own design,
to fit his person, place and time,
in warmer climes, gods of the earth,
in colder climes, gods unearthed,
all gods pertaining to man, determined by man's worth,
man now confined to ideology,
sectarian violence now in its embryology,
man now attempts to control the ecology,
atlering the geology of the earth with new technology,
burning trees and healing herbs that once maintained his physiology,
man is now an apostrophe,
now he can't, perform simple tasks like the common ant,
but he can chant, and transplant,
new words into the lexicon,
like Nigger, Honkey, Redskin and Slant,
Allah refuses to vote, and man can't recant,
now man has knowledge so scant,
he can't tell poisonous from healing plants,
so man rants,
and raves, talking about protecting homes of the brave,
yet homes of the brave are built by slaves,
roads paved, with the bones of slaves who don't behave,
empires and raids, work of the depraved,
defacing the face of humanity with cliches,
like it is what it is, not if you know how much we give,
just to be Hue-man
BACK TO MY BLACK,
I RISE FROM THE DUST,
IN ALLAH I TRUST,
ALLOW MY BRAIN TO COMBUST
Families now separated by calling the Great Spirit
different names, one god is celebrated, the other defamed,
man's Genesis now exaggerated and decorated,
by uneducated, chauvanistic, unrealistic, pseudo-mystics,
man now killed more in the name of God than man,
check the statistic, the end result horrific,
man once beatific, now specific,
if you don't belong, you're wrong,
if you're weak, I'm strong,
my god is better than your god, move on,
accept my god or die, the Promised Land is in the Eye,
of the beholder,
the victims already living there,
or the triumphant soldier,
man now growing older,
but not wise, so he continues to reach for the prize,
though his humanity is now compromised,
one man praises what another man has begun to despise,
one man is awashed in blood, another is washed in the blood of Christos,
one man chastised, the other man baptized,
taught to give praise to a diety with blond hair and blue eyes,
humanity now cuts its ties, more scattering of the Original Tribe,
where on learning we once relied, ignorance thrives,
man now wearing his humanity like a brilliant disguise,
even a smile is contrived, the earth now dying but cannot be revived,
now matter how powerful man THINKS he has become,
the Great Spirit is STILL the only One,
who can darken the sun, and end the Homo Sapien's run,
on a planet called Earth,
Rainbow Coallition, know your worth,
or continue to suffer from a dearth,
of love, peace and understanding
BACK IN MY BLACK,
I RISE FROM THE DUST,
I ALLAH I TRUST,
ALLOW MY BRAIN TO COMBUST