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Menace

To be exact

when it comes to black

no ones predating us

The founders went on conquest

Their mission was enslaving us

Colonies all our people

Livestocking and trading us

Saw power in our skin tone

And made a plan change it up

Saw God in all our faces

still chose to violate us

saw the beauty n our women

Then decided they should rape her

See us suffering in the streets

They use guns instead of tazors

Then sentence us to the jail

With a bunch of loaded cases

Now his comissary low as fuck

His baby mom ain’t showing up

His starving barely holding up

He smiling cus he going nuts

His son just started high school

Can’t get him on the phone much

His step dad gotta crazy mouth

So youngin fighting grown ups

He see his dad and let him know

his plan to hit the streets

Ain’t bout to ask his mom

or her new man to buy his sneaks

And Dad knows that once a man decides

he can’t be stopped

That nothing can derailed em

so he put him on the block

He tell him if gets caught

to keep his mouth on lock

And if they try to run up

Give em something from this glock

Ain’t learn shit from his dad

Except how a Demon

Society looking at him

like another curse seamen

On instagram they snitchin

Whole world no he wanted

And his mother going through it

Cus this ain’t life she wanted

She join a church

get close to god

Her head stay in a bible

He hiding what he feel in side

Too focused on survival

Plus he got his girl pregnant

Every night his thoughts spiral

Just another Black male

who got caught up in the cycle

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Wild hearts

I don’t want to posses you

I want to guide us to liberty

Like the ax man in the Forrest

I want to chop away

At the concepts manipulating your memory

I can see that this life is an illusion

So I’m manifesting an image

of your thighs

spreading like diffusion

So much chemistry

if it’s meant to be

Our love will last throughout centuries

Passion and lust is who they will blame

When wild hearts like ours

Refuse to be tamed

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Pre Judged

You look like the girl

To make guys fall in love with you

Yeah you the type a girl

They wanna ball in the club with you

You look like the girl

That want it all no limits

Ya Money tall no gimmicks

So you ain’t worried about a image

Yeah you the type of girl

That niggas try to spit game to

Probably give they last name to

But you ain’t bowing to a lame dude

You look like a girl

That got some issues buried

Yeah you the type a girl

Be living life in a hurry

But I don’t even know ya story

I put you in a category

Im prejudging that’s corny

So when I see you you ignore me

Trying to act like I know you

When I don’t even know your name

Its so hard to approach you

With no cars and no chains

I feel like you want a baller

Ya cell phone full of starters

You finding ways to make money

So you ain’t thinking about daughters

Ya hair always done

Ya snap chats look fun

You live life on the run

So you don’t ever see the sun

I hear being pretty hurts

I wonder if you go to work

I wonder if you know ya worth

You probably thinking I’m jerk

I never know what to say

Never know when to say it

still finding my way

Alot of patience and praying

Sometimes I think I want love

Sometimes I think I want lust

So sometimes when we hug

I think of grabbing your butt

I get lost in your beauty

Feels like I’m trapped in a maze

But you ain’t trying to recruit me

because of my arrogant ways

But You don’t even know my story

You put me in a category

You prejudging that’s corny

You’ll probably see me and ignore me

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Many Truths

I know myself in ways that I could never explain.

At time I feel like a slave who isn’t aware of his own chains.

Other times I focus so much on my faults that I take an unfair amount of the blame,

using weed and meditation to alleviate the pain.

My goal is to escape to a place hidden from the eyes

And to no longer express anger or bitterness towards the people who have told me lies.

Often I find myself living two lives;

one on the ground and the other in the sky.

This causes me to feel like I’m running out of time.

So I’ve been convincing myself to do it all at once.

Making me too impatient for kindness inappropriately blunt, and blindly in love with women I can’t have until they give me what I want.

But on the other hand, I got this gift you see?

A style that makes people want to be just like me.

When I touch their souls I sense a purpose

and they love me so much that it makes me nervous.

If I knew where I was headed, I’d proudly lead the way.

But I’m still unsure whether I should leave or stay.

If leaving will hurt then staying will make me feel blue.

Guess this is how life is when you’re living many truths.

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Prophecies from the Avenue

Manifestations and revelations

Astro traveling with no destination

Ego’s in search of a self destructive truth

Poets organizing melodies in a booth

Sleeping giants being resurrected

To the call of queens who’ve been disrespected

Werewolves who aren’t afraid of silver

Ghettos prophets without a filter

Everyone alive but no one living

Mercenaries who have forgot their mission

Many asking and only few being chose

Paved soil somehow birthing a rose

Dark clouds that blot out the sun

Free spirits being shunned

That which is seeking is being sought

Those who are teaching are being taught

Saved souls who prefer sinning

The last days are only the beginning

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What’s reality?

I believe that we are all afraid and because we are afraid we create personalities as defense mechanism against this world which seems so unpredictable at times.

We never know what will or won’t happen and it causes us to create super hero’s in our minds; who’s jobs are to protect of from the chaos.

In effect, these super hero’s become personalities that we take on often take on to fight anyone or anything perceived to threaten our so called existence.

If this is true, if we can create various personalities based on our fears and perceptions of the world; how can we really say that who we claim to be or what we claim to see is real?

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The Goat

Dear Self,

Lately I feel like it’s just me and you

Because no one understand the changes I’m going through

In my mind, if 1 wins, nobody can lose

So why do I feel so uncomfortable expressing good news?

Is it my fault that they got complacent?

While I built myself and reconstructing my foundation

I want it to be love but it feels like they hatin

Like they want me to fall and won’t mind waiting

Maybe they got used to me being broke

Now I be flexing like I’m selling dope

But you know something that they’ll never know

Like how even when it got dark I never lost hope

And even when it rain didn’t stop I saw over the rainbow

So I deserve the world and everything in it

And when I reach the top I’ll have you as my witness

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