The overlying theme of this generation
Is veneration for people practicing subjugation over other nations

Private socials are the new public places
Where they run from other faces
Just to fake feel the safest
While they make racist statements

Acting out like cavemen
But somehow claim a falsified sense of sophistication
Irony resulting from a lack of education
Little white lies to fill the empty black spaces

Over saturated pale faces for replacement
The only history they have lacks origination
Dissatisfied with their own situations
They'd buy your black skin if it was worth their down payment

Hypocritical to a sense literal
Coincidental how the long arm of the law
Tends to bend the rules

And grade the 'colored' on a curve
Being vain, with their emotions hues change
So it's easy to see who has the nerve

Claiming ties to land they've never been from
Accomplishing feats and mastering the weather was one
Makes you wonder how'd the pyramids ever get done
While shedding skin, getting burnt and turning red in the sun

What a creature...

We all vibrate at different frequencies of speed
Exerting different energies which cause a difference in needs
Necessities that matter like atoms hidden beneath
Range from molecule to Saturn on an infinite degree

Waves collide with others causing ripples in between
Blending fusion with illusion, then division in our genes
Editing a code that's impossible to delete
We evolve the grand scheme with every thought to be unique

I sometimes flee to my cerebral and lock myself in like Cerebro, to escape the evils; devils manifested through the medium of people who would dare take the shape of amigos, how feeble. I minimized the beasts, except for my desert eagle; I almost blew my brain to pieces, to get some peace though. It turns out a harder feat than Jesus' feet on top of seas. Often what we need is too immaculate... to conceive. You perceive traditions of faulted knowledge from who deceives, now test the credibility of who creates what you believe. Learn about the authors of the books they're telling you to read and you can peep the reasons why I seldom see the truth in these. They robbed us of our history, then named us after who we served & cut our wrists when trying to reach for knowledge, now we grew some nerve. Ironically the pictures where the "****** be like" synonyms are similar to similes in rules they write on pyramids.

Hold me to the soundness
Of my words
Like you heard

Feel me
Like you worked up the nerve

But don't be so vain ****

When I serve

Food for thought with the works
Save your opinions for dessert
Regurgitate what I deserve

I've been planting the seeds
To terminate the machines
That make you believe
That you can turn hatred and greed

To proceeds

For keeping the future
rich and pristine
For your seeds

Just to grow fruit
that spoil on your leaves

Things we sense in vision
Intentions we won't speak

Spending time demented on things
We don't need
Making a commitment or promise
And don't keep

Everyone is falling
So we have to go DEEP