Vegas Shooting and Black Issues

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jerk off to blood
bullets and brains
shooters in windows
Vegas gone insane
media and politicians scream gun control
but it’s the prescription drugs they take
that tear us from the soul
Columbine
Sandy Hook
Dylan Roof
go ahead and look at the drugs they took
closed minded liberals
using the dead to push an agenda
why America
why do you let them do that
how long do we keep enabling
the disabled
to render breaths
unavailable

put my hands to my face
watching the news, seeing the manipulation
from the media of the black race
I don’t call it justice, I call it disgrace

using our struggles to further an agenda
the messages they spew I spit back
I stand on my own two feet, and will never surrender
my skin is more than a token, but the source of pride

back in Africa we were respected men, kings, and priests
so I take offense to the Nazis, racists, and KKK
you are obligated to have your rights
but I’m obligated not to let them get in my way

there’s more to my skin than drugs and crime
there’s more to life than booze and dime
there’s more to women than skinny waists and ass
sometimes rap music makes me want to laugh

degrading our women with derogatory phrases
and yet they’re idolized by people of all ages
Diddy, Dre, Khaled, and the rest I forget
got these boys jacking off but can’t pay rent

cause weed don’t buy good grades
and premarital sex takes a toll everybody gotta pay
don’t wake up till noon and you’ve lost another day
point a gun in my face, I’m going to the right place

our problems aren’t clothed in white
they’re right inside of us, but we can make it right
if we demand better of ourselves
we can ensure that our nation will be made well

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The Darkness Chokes The Sense Of The Homeless

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The darkness chokes the sense

of the homeless

throwing punches of humility

and stealing the cents out of hats

too big to fit the head of a ten year old boy

silence awakens the mind of a soldier

trapped in a traumatized mind

he marches up and down his home to Iraqi time

and swings an AK around his head like a toy

bullets rain down in a cascade of calamity

and with the blindness of humanity

there’s more to this never ending story

of birth, disappointment, and death

medicine buys you an extra breath

but takes away twice the life

adults cheat on each other

teens resort to the knife

and poor babies, they don’t get any rights

there’s more vacant houses on a single block

than the times the gangster will cock his glock

at the very thought of red and blue

shallow crooks like Hillary say they know what it’s like

If only they knew

an eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

here’s some ecstasy and pot

in exchange for our youth

mom’s leave their children

in search of better pay

while feminists overlook the rising level of strokes

and the blood in the streets from where kids lay

nobody to guide them, that’s fine

let Justin Bieber lead the way

but he won’t give them back their time

tired of hearing about gender

while the news makes everything about race

let’s focus instead on treating each other like humans

because we all belong in this place

 

A Black Man’s Views On (REAL) Black Problems

Image: A man walks past a burning police vehicle The forecast calls for rain

mixed with a little bit of snow

The winds come and go

and they hum a slow beat

along the trees and buildings they meet

The puddles, birthed by the rain

overflowing and blanketing the lane

in a mirror like sheet

The blood of this city

the sins of this city

are the carried by the rain

The cries of the child

and their footsteps measured in miles

are washed away by the rain

I write it down

I write it all down

as the rain pour

drowns out the abused mother’s crying sounds

Pull up on my block and see what I’m made from

See the bullets and lifeless eyes on the ground

and find a witness? There are none

No hope for the teenage girl

trying to be pretty but classy

cause the others are jealous

and insults they hurl

Night and day, she’s hounded by boys

just looking for another jerk off session

winding their arms up like little toys

Loud mouth politicians in ugly pant suits

try to tell you about the struggle

but they never tell you what the struggle is

It’s more than drugs, it’s more than crime

it’s why we need drugs and crime in the first place

Broken families

from dad’s who want to play both sides

and mindless school principals

who are a waste of everyone’s time

Putting a white man in charge

doesn’t take away

from the fact that we still act as if

we’re slaves

Gold chains and ebonics

a tiny reminder of the old days

when a black family could be rotted

with a bid, a token

and that vicious cycle

it has yet to be broken

The city stares at me

they say

The city sits watching me

at play

What I knew

and they could never see

was already drowning thee

and what they know

grasping which, I was slow

and I sunk under the currents heavy flow

 

(Ever notice how there’s almost no national media coverage regarding black on black crime, particularly involving inner city incidents? Did you even know that four people were arrested after TWO non-fatal shootings in Baltimore, today alone? Bet the Today Show didn’t talk about it. Well, I did, and since I tire of people who have no concept of the struggle trying to tell you how it is, I decided to tell you how it is. Not above the battlefield, but ON it.)

 

My Dreams Gossip More Than A High School Girl

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Miserable

but stunning

Shy around our crushes

but desperate for loving

You’d swear under any sun

that we have no role

but we don’t just play the lonely one

we have our passions, and we get on a roll

when we’re in our field

We take your stereotypes and stiff arm them

to glory in our inspiring and unique highlight reel

of ups and downs

of science, poetry, and baroque sounds

Einstein, Mozart, and me

outcasts, deemed regressive

by those too dense to understand our creativity

Not passive nor aggressive

we don’t call you out

but by our success, by our legend

we remove all doubt

You all are nothing but idiots

and your so called science

is confirmation of your defiance

towards the truth

Swing around your PHd’s and double D’s

and everyone is stuck to the screen

Like a high school girl

still trapped in youth

you convince the masses

of what fools know isn’t true