Prophet Rising

At the- Sunrises I put on disguises
Hiding surprises my identity’s private
The Wisest who tried to lighten paths of the masses
Were rejected or…
Defeated by Babylon’s tactics
PhotoTron lives in the shadows to practice
Metaphysical lessons by the Prophet Thutmosis
Wicked conditions we face in the present
Were predicted by men blessed with Cosmic Clairvoyance
Yet Africans slept with a sense of acceptance
Flipped Revolution Scripts for Acclamation Illusions
Diamonds on the neck of two-percent
Never erased the conditions
Of our negative prevalent situation
Future Present Sickening Frightening
Far less enlightening and empowering
Than forties
Fifties
Sixties when…
The antagonist was conspicuous  
Watered down versions of Activist murdered for their lack of subservience
Are all that can serve us?
I remain the impervious Son a Ranger
No stranger to danger
Super Nova Solar Solider
Much bolder and colder than the average Brother
He sits and he wonders…
She waits as he wanders…
Spit and shit on the graves of Fore-Fathers
It’s harder to caution
Attempts to reach them…
Seem worthless
When Sex has no honor and the Warrior’s fallen
From Grace get a Taste of this Human Evolution
Half Native half amazing I dazzle the senses
PhotoTron’s Proven Method doomed to condemnation.