The Black aftermath.

I break my dark thoughts decisively, just to speak my mind in a form thats understood, corner stuck now like an Eskimo in freakin Sudan, that’s how easily my words land, in a box breathing, but six feet sand filled, point of holding the rosary calling out for arc angels to save me, I Gatta breath now, gotta let my blood flow, dirt, greed and power. Cortex in a form of Pinocchio, body manipulated to stipulate, what the world wants, but off the wooden mask, skills spill my master can’t see the nose level increase, Bit by bit. Picked my pen up to dismiss these scrolls from your past.

Tell me how they got the Trojan horse in..history messing with me, like my forefathers were born in Africa but didn’t know till Columbus saw it! continent was non existent until them ships came in, like we didn’t know our creator until the Bible came through, we couldn’t live until we got their medicine? I gat history for days to break new century phrases, my cousins spoke in holy tongues unknown hieroglyphics. broke the basics of constellations, we brought math in fractions, steel made worriors, Shaka Zulu, the Kenyan Mau Mau..in stealth mode, our land, a continent we could hide in clear site. been fighting with Kings of the jungle.. all our life..that was our play time, messing around with elephants, we roll with lions as pets in the Serengeti.  just to pass time, when you be fighting on Prenups .. best check my history before you judge my style, intelligence and street Steez. I be as easy as a Jamaican Bingi..my hair locks me to the land of gods, I be  lost sun the dread locked African.