Dreams of being
free literally.....

Not this *******
they breed, equality
planted with momentary
seeds at a time things may
seem beautiful but were destined
to lose our leaves

Buses and water fountains
don't mean **** to me, You
throw my brothers on tv for
for what God gave us naturally
to mostly benefit you so that
don't mean **** to me

Money.....
something my people aren't
use to seeing so you use
it to introduce a new form
of slavery.....

We bring
in the money
you own the
teams,I've never heard of
an owner being the
highlight of these kids
dreams.... Never witnessed
you be the reason for an arena's
sold out seating we serve as your
entertainment blinded by your
"rare" pocket feeding

unsegregated schooling.....
yet were granted those who's
declared least capable of
teaching..... I've encountered
way to many classroom instructors
who were incapable of
speaking....  

English, math and reading
subjects taught for our daily
needing yet every GYM instructor
perfect now tell me that's not
strategically planned breeding

Neighborhoods overcrowded
flooded with options for poor
consuming..... Neighborhoods over
crowded swarming with destructive
solutions for financial bleeding's
place two rabbits in a cage with
enough food for one feeding and
sooner or later you'll witness a
presentation of how survival earned
it's meaning

I love everybody,
never favored a particular
flesh concealing but it's proven
everyday day those who mimic
my complexion are constantly
victims of horrible dealings  

Amerikka

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R . I . P trayvon martin
                mike brown  
               Eric garner And anyone else who has
been a victim to a hate crime

Flashing lights....

Invade my sights
when my thoughts
are like...

Divorced thighs..
lips Swelled prepped
to resist my
goodbye...  

Constricted hello's
while I play peek aboo
with her insides... her
breast dance to the melody's
played when satisfaction stops
to say hi...

I love her music, encouragement
for our momentary desires to
continue fusing..... Her ******
brewing, intimate temperatures
beg sensation to convert into
fluid, her appreciation
oozing...

waste that demands
a volume increase
in her music while
her legs mimic the
speech of someone
in need of a pronunciation
improvement... Her stomach
too friended that stuttering
movement.... Excitement's
introduction to the lungs
is a bit confusing altering
the amount of air needed
and what the body loses

I love her music...

Soundtracks of lust
play from our bodies
as we continue this
bonded movement...
her tones, multi pitched
moans mixed with the
bathing sound of her ocean
cruising... our boats collide
lending us such blissful
bruisings,
smooth sailing.....
her unlimited supply
of friction proofing

I love her music
Day dreaming

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Unusual I've been
labeled, they laugh
I am handicap because
their prints I refuse
to follow so I'm
disabled ....

Never purposely
tried to portray this
rose amongst the
many leaves I'm just
walking my destined
path our god happened
to lead..... We all wasn't
born to sprout from your
common tree, some of
us unseen until the beauty
explodes from
underneath, or some of us
live beneath empowering
the entire scene from the root
to the roof we all have different
means

Antisocial I've been
labeled, they laugh I
am handicap because
I lack the ability to
see... What am I looking
for if my care only supports
the thought of lead? Blind
to what ever they claim resides
in front of me so they call me
weird and stare at me
awkwardly

Never will I
take part in ****
that don't interest
me just to sport another's
shoe I say f*ck your
common feet...

I'm sorry... I laugh
because you allowed your
god granted free will to
become extinct... your
handicap brainwashed
into believing that there's
only one way to think

Unusual

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When something's not
right..... Homeless, unsheltered
by your category of routine....
it may invite emotions mental
security hired for the dismissal
of any loitering  

angry disappointment and frustration
just to name a few guards within
your mind who's considered the
most mean, tell me again why
your mind requested it's streets
to be clean

we are rich....
with health so many
can't even afford to
breathe... Can you
imagine living with
dreams of being able
to breathe absent
machines, or...: having
to bathe and hydrate
your child with water's
struck with a disease that
feast on living things, I'm
not revoking your right
to complain just lending
you the thought of  the
perception of you through another's
lens may mimic the one of
a king

we take so much for
granted and stress the
minor things when so
many struggle to survive
and pray that god intervenes

Silenced

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I find it amazing that you can
  
      Create an entire civilization with
  
      just one female.... A lot of you women
  
      really don't understand your true worth
  


      She means to me...
  
      What the lung means
  
      to breathe... what the
  
      arm means to sleeves
  
      If one was convinced
  
      there soon to freeze
  
      She means to you...
  
      What the breeze mean
  
      to leaves....what the fall
  
      means to trees if it
  
      was that time when
  
      the branches clothing
  
      is freed
  
      She means to we...
  
      What a life means
  
      to conceive.. what
  
      a blessing means to
  
      receive if ones thought
  
      aimed toward the sky
  
      with intent on a gift to
  
      retrieve
  
      How could a man....
  
      Raise his hand
  
      to something so
  
      precious... In attempt
  
      to sending a message
  
      which was inspired by
  
      senseless aggression
  
      How could we stand.....
  
      absent her gift of
  
      reproduction....yes
  
      "I" provide the seed
  
      but absent "her " soil
  
      life would mean nothing
  
      How would one see..
  
      If their eyes wasn't
  
      equipped with vision...
  
      "He" without "her" is
  
      equivalent to a mind
  
      which lacks decision
  
      How could one speak....
  
      If there was no
  
      knowledge of speech...
  
      the existence of man
  
      lives in her hand her
  
      creations beyond unique
  
      sometimes her value
  
      is misplaced stolen
  
      somewhere along her
  
      journey... Love disguises
  
      the thief it's usually someone
  
      she thought was worthy
  
      never allow your care for
  
      another to shield you from
  
      your purpose.... God doesn't
  
      make mistakes your the route
  
      to life it's "she" who the world
  
      should worship
  
      She means to me
  
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Exhausted pens....
blood fused prints
due to dedications
love for the taste of
my skin... My lids
far from friends, they
never meet blind to
the sun's retreat the
moon's indication to
sleep misunderstood
because success has
arrested my ability to
comprehend  

hopeless dreams...
energy shaving
thoughts of my blessing
of expression being
a feeding the world
needs.. until I shackle
the worlds attention
forever is the time my
watch will read  even
if impossible acts as the
platter that shelters what
I intend to feed

Long days and forever nights

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Freedom: exemption from external
control.

are we free? where I live
it's rare to encounter one
who's skin shares no resemblance
with me.. If so he's protected by
a shield that grants him authority

Time has been granted
the assist to ending
slavery people they never
removed the chains they just
made them hard to
see..

schools equalized in
a sense that they welcome
you and me yet I've been
in four schools through twelve
years and my complexion stained
the flesh of ninety percent of those
who weren't qualified to teach  

are we free? Freedom of
choice now an ability
but what we're given
for choice rotates the
cycle that eats my
community

****** and sports
two of the easiest routes
to living successfully  so
they flood our streets
with what is needed to
build  the thought that
this skill came naturally

practice makes perfect
there's courts every
where your sights
can reach while drugs
were placed here as an
option which aided in
feeding and destroying
families, with drugs came
weapons defending what's
yours a necessity so we ****
then go to prison that's two
for the price of our standard
desire to feed

this story to common
in a rappers break down
of what he's seen, most
good at story telling so
they sell stories of surviving
such horrid scenes... through
media free of charge we continue
to purchase fraudulent dreams
only to mimic with hope
on living successfully  

as for athletes, naturally
we are prepared
physically, once were
good enough were promoted
to a higher level of
minority... Television and
money a platform that feeds
us clarity so our youth strives
to become worthy enough to
live on that expensive leash

this is just my
opinion my people
were never truly
freed some may have
made it past thee control
but never lived long enough
to guide our release

Still a slave

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to her thighs....
my taste buds
so eager to say hi,
if I was asked to describe
I'd say just look
outside,   Around the
time... when the moon
was destined to hide and
air conditioners kidnapped
the space windows and their
sills used to collide

While i strive, tongue
kicks a lure for her
sweet surprise.... That
collapse in time mimics
the anticipation of a
hydrant's refreshing
jolt when it's hot outside

her satisfactions
introduction feeds me
the thrill of that last
day of school during
dismissal time, freedom
for what seems like forever
it's two month limit always
fled past your mind

When she divides
and reveals the treasures
her structure was built
to hide... My taste buds
reunite with the flavors
of summertime

taste like summertime

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She's beautiful,
a **** the average eye
is trained not to see...
the world blind to her
means that vision blurred
by the portrayal of ****
lent by society  

her soft outer shell
encouragement for
what they want you
to see, once they arrested
the worlds attention "she"
grew interest in what grants
popularity


Altered memories, no
registry of her gift to
conceive... Her worth
shaved down to how
well her legs accept the
hug of her jeans....  or if
she influenced his thoughts
of sharing scenes that were
opposite clean, her purpose
thrown so far from her god
handed genes of a queen

Kissed by society
some of you women
surrender to what
the world tells you
to be...  How dare
you  forfeit your worth
when our creator believed
in "you"  and not in "me"
  
Kissed by society

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