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    FROM REVO

    yo whats dee gonna drop next man. for real in my opinion dude is gone man. dawg is fruit loop..crackpot..ova da rainbow and off to see the wizard. i mean shyt he go from hope to dope from love to thug. then he be all spiritual and the next minute be droppin that raw shyt. man..he aint..shh..

    oh what up dee..how you doin braaathaaa. madd love man.

     

    kiss my azz you diseased rino penis. my soul aint in your control. so why you give a damn. what am i gonna drop now..

     

    sit your five dolla azz down before i make spare change

    peep this quatrain

    i made my bones in the fast lane

    eye 95 interchange from philly to mary land

    i was deranged

    estranged from conscious thought

    brought forcibly to a land of plenty

    bought for a promise that was empty

    taught to resent the essential black me

    caught  tryin to use coca laced twenties

    to buy a used bently

    all for naught when a brother go from trendsetter

    to trendy

    sought the 5 stars ended up broke without hope

    eatin single stacks wit no cheese from wendys

     

    was baptised down by the riverside

    but the river was polluted

    and the preacher was fluted

    so i know  his convoluted wish

    to god was excluded

    i had to find a place that was secluded

    was tired of not being included

    so i went to the nation of islam and got fruited

    not  fruited in the alternative lifestyle sense

    but made to represent

    a black man tired of payin rent

    in a strange land to a strange man

    who systematically stole my african innocence

    was told to repent

    but my knees wouldnt bend

    because every time i closed my eyes

    i saw the reprise 

    of a an escaped brave slave being chased

    to the earths end 

    by blood hounds and militia men

     

    was forced to say amen

    wanted to say amen ra

    so i would lip sync the words of christianity

    and stay true to santeria

    pantomimed my ave maria

    visited the various stations

    of the cross

    but st matthew had me on probation

    because peter paul and mary  said 

    all i wanted to do is floss

    lost in translation

    was the never ending stream of colored not allowed

    how could i be proud 

    of a nation that kept a shroud

    over my black light

     

    so i learned to act polite

    yessuh massa

    avoided disaster

    then went on a sojourn to find the everlasting truth

    wanted proof of my kingship

    refused to worship 

    at the feet of an anglo

    feel my flow

    carried my mothers load

    on the underground railroad

    wanted my  sons to be freemen

    the product of a fee mans semen

    i wasnt schemin or dreamin

    just totally believin

    in gods solution

    a brotha named dee

    call me crazy but not lazy

    i went from revloution to evolution

     

    being given the most digusting shyt to eat

    pigs guts pig butt pigs nutts and pigs feet

    that shyt reeked

    chit lins simmerin

    no chicken just wishin for hilal cow meat

    high salt content  made my blood boil

    like vesuvius  erupting

    so i had to flash on someone or something

    i chose my homegrown sepia toned  brother

    knowing insitnctively if i chose the other

    id be on the cover

    of time and newsweek

    wearing a metal halo

    and sitiing in a chair  full of electric

    so i deduced the dynamics of an abstract dyametric

    kill my own  and do half the time

    thus the birth of black on black crime

     

    got  fire hosed by a bull named conner

    had my civil rights froze in a court supreme

    there was a just marshall named thurgood

    but the rest were late responders

    the dream didnt die with medgar

    but a hand was on the lever of a trap door

    to the killing floor

    bam there it goes

    an acoustic alchemy 

    the lorraine motel dr king bloody on the balcony

    the rise of pseudo black power

    a shower of sparks

    from electrical transformers burning 

    in watts

    angry  white cops with  tiny cocks

    black throwing rocks

    getting shot in return

    while the major cities burned

     

    it wasnt even a fairwon

    but a ray gun

    that depressed the 80s ecomony

    hungry mommy

    yo whats that

    the birth of crack

    fuck that gimme some to sell

    i knew it was a bottomless well

    to hell but despite mellie mels message

    my bank account swelled

    out of the ghetto

    but caught in the urban undertow

    cuz i gotta go back down to the ghetto

    to keep track of my kilo flow

    connect with a consignment

    pure coca refinement

    from the jungles of peru

    the demand from black hands insatiable

    dollars stacked to the ceiling from the floor

    pablo gimme more gimme more

    so i can drive my 91 lexus

    gettin my dyck sucked by a dime named lexus

    head up sunroof peepin the stars

    next exit a posh joined called the escobar

     

    three strikes and you are out

    dont need a bat

    blacks who were once hooked on phonics

    in some  cases ebonics

    now hooked on crack

    from slavery to manumission

    from  bravery to man you missin

    the essentials

    no credentials  beyond 10 blocks

    but brothas  say no female crotch will open

    just from hopin

    a burger king key cant pick dat lock

    got shot  blood soaked

    who shot ya brah

    a crip a fellow blood a jealous cuz

    an ess say a jamaican a dominican

    nah a nigga that was broke

    now i see a black president  in residence

    but i look around and its  evident

    that my black pride wont return

    my free mans papers got burned

    in the riots and a black dawg pissed 

    on gods solution

    the relovution 

    wasnt televised but this is in hd t.v.

    the end of a black mans evolution

    • 5 August 2011
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