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We Us Me Them
Collectively
We can’t manage
While stranded in this indeterminate state of perpetuated hate against…Mirror images
Despite outer appearances and
Contrary to popular belief
We’re not the Meek that shall inherit the planet
We Are;
Accessories to crimes committed against;
Not just Our Own Kin
But every face of destruction and death that exist overseas
To the East where Blood spills
As quickly as the Gold Oil and Diamonds slips into the hands of Foreign Opportunist
Beneficiaries
With Mercenaries
We’ve distance our hearts minds and Ebon Essence from the Birth Place of Creation
Its inhabitants are now forced to depend on Bill Gates’ inoculations
Dastardly Intentions hidden behind Graciousness with Billions
Christian Enthusiast or
Token attempts by the “Hand Picked” Black affluent
To solve problematic circumstances that “coincidentally”
Benefit almost every culture except The African Native or its Descendants!
WE act rap and dance to the rhythm of the Puppet Master’s hand
While feeling spite and hatred for ourselves…
And those responsible for the Cultural Nakedness
How schizophrenic!
My disenchantment isn’t with the System
It’s with us
Sleepwalking in the Storm
So frightened of Rah
We shuffle from the Sun
All that remains is the skin tint
A faint reminder of a lost love
We can’t manage
While stranded in this indeterminate state of perpetuated hate against…Mirror images
Despite outer appearances and
Contrary to popular belief
We’re not the Meek that shall inherit the planet
We Are;
Accessories to crimes committed against;
Not just Our Own Kin
But every face of destruction and death that exist overseas
To the East where Blood spills
As quickly as the Gold Oil and Diamonds slips into the hands of Foreign Opportunist
Beneficiaries
With Mercenaries
We’ve distance our hearts minds and Ebon Essence from the Birth Place of Creation
Its inhabitants are now forced to depend on Bill Gates’ inoculations
Dastardly Intentions hidden behind Graciousness with Billions
Christian Enthusiast or
Token attempts by the “Hand Picked” Black affluent
To solve problematic circumstances that “coincidentally”
Benefit almost every culture except The African Native or its Descendants!
WE act rap and dance to the rhythm of the Puppet Master’s hand
While feeling spite and hatred for ourselves…
And those responsible for the Cultural Nakedness
How schizophrenic!
My disenchantment isn’t with the System
It’s with us
Sleepwalking in the Storm
So frightened of Rah
We shuffle from the Sun
All that remains is the skin tint
A faint reminder of a lost love
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