We lied we need change
When all we feel is rage
For the government we create
Who don’t feel shake if the economical price inflate

We lied we are happy
When we hide in the bathroom; crying
We lied we are living
When we are striving for surviving

We lied we are grown
When we are yet to be birth
We lied we are strong
And here we are; paralysed

We lied we are in traffic
When we’re still on our bed dreaming
We lied we are set
When with default setting; we’re breathing

We lied we want about-move
From politics of Jong-Un
From government of John Bull
And parliaments filled with masters of Kungfu

We lied we are in love
When the only thing we feel is lust
We lied we are loved
When the only feeling we procure is hurt

We lied we are loyal
When we lust only after the royal one
We lied we are loyal
And when the ox is gored; we run

We lied we are in paradise
When in filthiness we dine
Stuck in a big mess
Living in hell; but not minding our business

We lied we are responsible
When at the sight of challenge; we flee
We lied we are smart
Whereas we are trickening; coz at the sight of themisticoles; we flee

We lied we are beautiful
When our heart is filled with greed and hate
We lied we are pretty
When the pancaked look on our face is manmade

We lied we are the future
Saying we are the leaders of tomorrow
We lied; saying we are injured
Whereas we’re completely trapped in hollow

We lied we’re from the hood
So no one else to talk to
Coz our lifestyle is not good
And that leaves us in bad mood

We lied we are good
When at the depth of our heart; we’re bad
We lied we are confuse
When we’re stuck and which way? We cant conclude
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We lied to survive the tide
And from the real part of life; we hide
Tell the truth’ man; be freed inside

I was dialoging with this dawg named Paul
And he enumerate to me his school of thought
His adventure and the things he saw
When he was schooling abroad

How some white folks ‘d gather
Holding brown black banner
With the label; “black life matter”
And few time after; they’re all out; wildcatter; like Spartan; screaming “**** black panthers”

I don’t understand their style of prototyping
Stop stereotyping; you decolourized race of white ape dolomiting
I don’t know how being me; being Muslim, being poor or being black dude
Has to do with been shrewd; can’t you just be you instead of been rude

We’re all supposed to be on the same team
With the theme “Self-esteem”
At least in my head
But some people are close minded; and want to see some of our life-mates dead

Here’s something Big_Virge,
A young black man said
“I’m just like you; a human; red blood
With emotions; a moving figure
Why should you treat me; like I’m about to pull the trigger”

Over the centuries blacks have been discriminated
Because of the colour of their skin; we’re getting intimidated
Causing a whole population of human to become sadder
But at the end of the day we all bleed the same colour
So why should what’s on the outside even matter?

Being black, that automatically means you deal drugs
And all the homies you hangout with, they’re just a bunch of thugs
Who play with guns; and are thieves
Who gets chicks knocked up; with their baby and then just leave

Black people are the ones who walk around with sagging pants
The ones who get bullied by the police over suspected suspicion and not remaining a proper stance
If they walk around in the wrong neighborhood it gives that scared white woman a good reason to dial
But really it’s just a good opportunity to flash the blue lights and racial profile.

People say brown kids were born to end war between the two races
But people who are racist at heart, won’t stop their cruel ways
Just because they see more brown faces

I don’t experience racism?
That’s what they think
But i’ve gotten pointed at coz my skin isn’t like milk
It’s kinda like a mixed drink

And being on a low-end? Nope that’s a sin
God forbid us to have what we wanted
But little did they know love always wins

You can’t judge someone because of who they identify as or who they love
If it’s not affecting your life, it’s not something you should be concerned of

Now, Muslims.
I guess we’re all terrorists; huh?
But I guess we judge an entire nation of people
Based off of a few unfortunate attacks and call out the whole religion; duh

If you’re wearing a Burqa, Hijab or Niqob
You get judged
And looked at because you’re an assumed terrorist
Yes 9/11 was a tragic day but we can’t blame all Muslims because of it

People will criticize no matter what
But I can tell you what one of society’s errors is
I am a black and I am a muslim
But I am NOT A ******* TERRORIST

They were here yesterday
Acting like they wouldn’t fade
All over the place
Showcasing their beautiful face
Their 6pack on display
The only thing they can’t devour is age
Now there they lay
In an everlasting grave
In ah non-stopping pain
Rust and decay

They were here yesterday
Powerful and filthy rich
Looking twenty-five when they’re fifty-six
Coz they’re dully fit
Balling at the peak
Immortality is the only thing
They couldn’t reach
Coz their kryptonit kit
Wouldn’t keep them till a hundred and fifity-six
What a meteoric hit this freak is in

They were here yesterday
Beautiful black woman looking blonde
Balenciaga is the only thing they rock
And when they talk
The autumn leaves start to fall
They only ball with handsome boys
Celebrities and hoodies thugs
Now they’re really shove
They’re 42 but they look 64
No; I’m not talking Celin Dion

They were here yesterday
Fighters; warlords; boxers and wrestlers
Knights of A-tactical
their fist was a face damager
teeth scavenger
damage ya; cerebrovascular
they belong to clique of great caliber
they’re stars of nebula
like space manager
but now they’re bodybag in that rectangular box
layed in an ambulace bus

They were here yesterday
But where are they today
Where are they now?
They’re layed down
Six feet graveyard
No more summer at texas
Not even wildlife safari in Capetown
Zero Gucci and Louis-Vuitton
And when they’re judged
By the creator; there’d be nowhere to run
Their deed is the only they get in turn
Either to be blessed or forever burn
So stop living a life of ****
For tomorrow when you’ll be no more
Is soon to come

My fatherland
"I am blessed"; says our fatherland
"I am the giant of Africa"; remarks our fatherland
“We will curb every corrupt personnel”; lied our corrupt leaders
"No place like home"; opines our elders
"Great people, great nation"; merits our media stations
"Blessed with natural resources"; proclaims our teachers
"All is well"; prophesizes our men of God
"Invest home"; idea our business men
"It will be better"; endures our youth
"I will bring change"; promises our snail-like president
“Next level”; campaign our level-0 party
"Vote for me"; begs our politicians.
“We are your friends”; lied the policemen
“We will find you”; exclaim EFCC
“We will put things in order”; pledged our disorganized representatives
“We will pass positive bills”; fakes our kungfu-senate
“To serve our fatherland”; recites our selfish civil-servant
“We will fight for our rights”; yearn our revolution group
“We can’t accept this”; brags our powerless youth
“We are the leaders of tomorrow”; sings our generation
“I’m tired of this country”; cries our fed-up graduate
“Remember the child of who you are” warns our parents
“Promoting the rule of law” proclaim our lawyers
Yet! The **** ****, the dog bark,
The cat meow, the snake hiss,
The sun shine, the water flow,
Everything being equal.
My father's land changes not!
I cry for our generation,
I weep for what to come,
I pray we wake up from our slumbers.

To some
He’s born
On the wrong
part of the world

To others he’s above
Prime amidst the odds
Intelligencial murr
Diamond in the ruff
A young god
Or more

To some
He’s nut
Who knows not
What is right and what is wrong
Opposite wise;  probably curse
By the gods

To others he’s just a dude
From the hood
Who walk around with fade blue hat
On stitch rag and sewed bag
Striving; even with his bruised heart
Trying to rebuild his confused path

To some
He’s a dawg
Who dresses poor
Whose sense is bore
Whose thought needs cure
A piece of junk
Lilly-knight of the lost

To others he’s tore
Been through a lot
Take a trip to his world
Through his sea and shore
You wont make it back bros

To some he’s dumb
Somewhat numb
Fault
Paralysically not
Senserable to hurt
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But for real; he’s just a boy
Who doesn’t need to be judge
For what he is or not
Can’t you see his strug'
He’s just a boy from the slum
Trying to make it to the top

Though my heart is wide and huge



It could only accommodate you

Because I'm on level zero
I can't find a girl; coz they're all chasing hero