It wasn't me

Floyd Martin
IT WASN'T ME

He wasn't it it wasn't me it wasn't who I was supposed to be... So stop trying to tell me that destruction is my destiny because the circumstances in my life wasn't always the results of me... That's not a rejection of responsibility... understand that I take full responsibility for my actions But realize that my actions were the consequences of adaptation... Adaptive Behavior adapted to makile it in a Society rife with oppression and my skin complexion may it no better... My Skin complexion ment a fight...had to fight twice as hard because I was black -three times is hard because I was black -four times is hard because I was a black child not athletically gifted to have dreams realistically to be manifested...lawyers to set my mother free or give my grandmother all this she ever wanted... Lady J my grandmother my non birth mother who only wanted for me to be all that I could be but all that I  could be wad a headache and a pain in the ass that had  deeper Roots than me being a troubled kid because of my father being absent or my mother being in prison…Nah see... My problems were rooted deep, deep in a system before she or her mother or even her mother's mother... I'm talking  Generations further like when our ancestors was stolen Stolen Broken shipped over in the ocean to a land sort of foreign… stripped of identity of who I was supposed to be not this 3/5 of a being... Was that supposed to be King, king of us cushite crown, head of my qoumee(my people)… or even a righteous advisor... I guess we may never know does that, That I Used to Be it wasn't it it wasn't me it wasn't who I was supposed to be... So a burning bush ignited Within rise the Sheer voices said, rise up out of the depths  of whatever land you stand it's yours you were made from it… it's from Beyond here iron with sink cast into Earth's Clay Pit with flames of Blaze the molding took place and that's when Ogun was shaped… it was presented like this for the mind to overstand in reality it was one sound emitted that's kun fiya kun meaning be and it is and I realize just who I am… See our story has been told in every land no Folk the lion that sells 1 of 12 twelve tribes 12 disciples 12 great  imams. Jews Christians Muslims this is who we are but the fall covers and we forget it… then the blacksmith Within shakes the iron Within making weapons for our protection, it was hot iron turning into hot iron then the hot iron turning  into these bracelets… besiege IMO Gloom the blacksmith's of tools the shackles are not my containment it's the truth of I being told as lies and realization will shatter this Matrix... Because once realized that a part of I wasn't how I was created, the things equated over our enslavement disperses from God's creation...so that that I was it wasn't it it wasn't me it wasn't who I was supposed to be... I am Ogun, I am of the seven Great Afrikan powers New Afrikans rise and take your places.

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