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Projects

I have a singular purpose

now God is with me

can't no man be against me

I'm prepared 2 live and die

4 what's written on this page

BLIND RAGE

BLACK SAGE

 

Witness the destruction of the Black Age

brothas on the rage

reactin

2 the shellackin

of black heads crackin

in the ghetto

no place 2 go

devil takin the souls

of those

who walk 2 slow

gettin blow

4 the show

one gram

hell no

key-lows

of death and destruction

witness the corruption

as black heads go slam

against the walls of injustice

prejudice

2 the back of the bus

we miss

words spoken long ago

takin about action

but our reaction

is 2 damn slow

YO

dig that silly azz knee-grow

watch he head go

blow

pipe heatin

semi-circle seatin

brain teasin

reachin

2 release

crackle

goes the crack

like cracker-jacks

the prize

inside

it lies

no surprise

death of the black man

from Africa

into Christianity

even Islam

the boat floats

no damn joke

cargo of humanity

no damn hope

4 a world makin slaves of its own kind

deaf and blind

2 the words of the Father

so

why bother

2 save the children

they must save us

4

in God We Trust

on dolla bills snatched from the poor

while in warehouses we store

food 4 the gnats

and rats

2 enjoy

see a little black boy

shot in the head

public is mislead

that future King is good as dead'

so

I struggle 2 remain

sane

extrapolating words

from my mem-brain

ya neva heard

spoken words

while I decompose in the belly of the beast

God once said the most

shall come 2 the least

no son

that day hasn't come

so I cannot cease

see that crease

in my timeline

from Akebulan

to 3/5ths

from King

to undefined

mind trackin 2 a horrific crime

who am I

what is my true name

am I blind

why can't I go up yonder

when did up yonder go

below

the polluted flow

of the Harlem River

can I ever hope 2 deliver

like Hughes, Hurston, McKay, and Cullen

a new Harlem Renaissance

the flowering of Negro literature

perfect apiture

take a new picture

way up in Harlem

once named by the Dutch

as such

the Netherlands

damn

can I now demand

the Together Lands

when I clasp my hands

in prayer

all in black love

when push come 2 shove

nothing can compare

the devil may care

but he don't know

when like Pac a rose grow

outta cement we come prepared

can I LIFT EVERY VOICE AND SING

TILL EARTH AND HEAVEN RING

a new unity

a new community

a new diveristy

a new university

a new verse to be

written

by the hand inspired by a black mind

can I SIEZE THE TIME

no rewind

just fast forward or play

only pause

4 the cause

can I release my black rage

become a black sage

not a man for today

a man 4 the new age

2 uplift

with this gift

with this riff

with this mental spliff

with this Sudanese, Bajan sand I sift

with this continental land mass I shift

with this black lunar phase I drift

into a well stocked mental armory

and RING WITH THE THE HARMONY

OF LIBERTY

 

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