We need a
Cure,

BUT

We have no
Curiosity.

I’m not a poet
I don’t write poetry
I’m a silhouette
I don’t like poverty

I’m a Black Freedom Writer
A poor man’s dream
I take back the kingdom
like a fighter from
the sewer mainstream

I’ve been tryin’
to tell them since dawn,
I’m a seed residing
from Heaven,
Prince Lore.

There’s a lot of primal loss,
blood, tears and adversity
that went in to ensure
your sovereignty

They fought rivals with rifles,
‘cause Blood Tears And Uncertainty
meant War for your solvency

“The things we prevail,
discern in offense…
just to be Kings again,
and return to innocence.”

“...You’re either going
to watch as a spectator,
or you’re going to march
as a Game Changer...”

“…I want to destroy the world with Love…
like a thief in the night,
I’ve come to grips with being
written on my enemies' walls…”

…so fair
and transparent,
you’d swear,
it’s transcendent…