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Long poem by Dakota Burroughs | Details |

Rapping about Jesus

I'm here rapping. 
All my fans their clapping. 
All the haters laughing. 
I don't listen to haters. 
Even if their bunch of dictators. 
People don't believe in me. 
Why should I be rapping for free.
I'm out here with a goatee.  
Some people say I'm crazy. 
Some people think I'm too lazy. 
Eating biscuits and gravey. 
Out rapping slim shady. 
I'm better than 50 cent. 
I should be the new president. 
I don't rap about gangs and drugs. 
I don't rap about crips and bloods. 
I rap about the bible. 
I'm God's disciple. 
Now I'm on a trial. 
Everybody turn around and start a revival. 
Playing football. 
Learning off of grandpa. 
Waiting for college. 
So I can gain some knowledge. 
Prove people wrong. 
Prove to them that I belong. 
I never had to smoke a bong. 
Being an inspiration. 
Proving people that God is the reason of creation. 
When I spit flames. 
That means I don't play games. 
I rap about Christ. 
Showing people I'm not afraid of sacrifice. 
Just like Abraham. 
Hells a scam. 
Jesus is the Lamb. 
Everyone dabbing like cam. 
Some people are addicted to weed. 
Some people are addicted to speed. 
Some people are addicted to beer. 
Popping pills 
And drinking kills. 
God I fear. 
I'm addicted to mountain dew. 
That's all true. 
How bout you? 
If you haven't noticed. 
I'm a Christian. 
This isn't just another religion. 
I have no competition. 
Proving to people I can be a musician. 
While I'm on this mission. 
I may not be the best representative of a leader. 
I'm definitely not the best teacher.  
But someday God may want me to be a preacher. 
I believe I'm a good enough speaker. 
For with God nothing shall be impossible. 
God gave me rapping skills that are unstoppable. 
However I'm not very responsible. 
God is phenomenal. 
If you're humble. 
That means you're not getting into trouble. 
But sometimes you may tumble. 
You're soul shouldn't crumble.  
Jesus died on the cross. 
I'm rhyming his word like a boss. 
Finding the people that are lost. 
I'm rapping hopefully I got the right beat. 
I can't rap about the street. 
I'm not struggling on my feet. 
I don't need money. 
I got my aunt Bonni. 
My friend is a dummy. 
I think I'm funny. 
A lot of rappers go F BOMB F BOMB F BOMB BOMB BOMB BOMB. 
while I'm like stay calm. 
I'm sorry if you think I'm con. 
You really need to turn your bible to psalms. 
When I'm afraid I put my trust into you lord. 
I'm happy that I don't have a ford. 
Your word is a lamb for my feet a light on my path. 
While I don't have to do the math. 
God is great. 
There's no need to hate. 
Let's go fishing we need to find bate. Are you saved yet? 
Are you still the devils pet. 
Someone needs to buy me a freaking corvette.
I'm not rich. 
So sometimes I feel like I wanna switch. 
But I know the devil will snitch. 
The devil is a lie. 
If you listen to him you will die. 
If you don't listen to me then I'm sorry goodbye.  
God will only work if you try. 
God is painless. 
Satin is brainless. 
Jesus is famous. 
Demons are faithless. 
Call me a Jesus freak. 
Call me a Jesus geek. 
The truth is what I speak. 
Help set em all free. 
Change the music industry. 
Help people find God's identity. 
Let's start a revelation. 
Let's give theses people bible education. 
Tell em about Noah's ark. 
Which is a bible trademark. 
There were dogs that barked. 
Pigs that squealed. 
Monkeys that ate bananas they peeled. 
Jesus was the only one that could heal. 
He was a better ball player than Bradley beal. 
I'm rapping at night. 
Not trying to start a fight. 
But talking about Jesus gets me hyped. 
The tears he shed. 
The blood he bleed. 
Jesus is my hero. 
All I can remember is to stay narrow. 
Nothing like the pharaoh. 
Demons Die. 
Angels Fly. 
Satan lives in fire. 
God lives in desire. 
I can't wait to see his empire.

Copyright © Dakota Burroughs | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by jalani jenkins | Details |

im back

Stand back 
Here comes the hurricane
The storm is worst then a earthquake 
Ima gas planet like Jupiter & saturn
Sufficication no life just toxic gas 
Blow u to pieces 
It's so interesting 
Reachin for me is like reachin the stars in the solor system
U'll never get to me son
Think twice before u wanna try me
The size of Tyson
Gorilla in the mountin
I dominate this with out fear
I'm better then most u hear
Hate the truth 
I don't give a ****
I'm not the type to smile about *****
I'm smart I osverb the poetry,biology,philosophy,history & literature 
I mind **** so many people
It's like a video game I'm playing with my brain
I go off like I'm on speed
I'm so crazy in the brain 
I can't stay normal
I puff good green 
To keep my head good 
Most of ya wack 
Ya fake take the make up off
I'll spray u with the hose proudly 
Ima problem child 
No one can touch me
U couldn't be me if u took Notes & did research
Ya talk too much like ya was the broadcasters on the news
I'm far from the sun
But I have a heated temper
The flame I leave on the mic it can't be out out 
Call the fire department
It ain't gonna do any good
The savage poet on the loose
Taking mc's out 
Eating em out like oral sex
As long it don't stink ima eat u out the frame 
Ya like on the breakfast menu
Put u in the cementary 
U forgot I'm the grave digger
I dig graves for fun
Most of ya dig ya own graves
Talking about money cars & hoes
It's annoying 
Its having a Knat in ya ear while u sleep
Ya niggas stupid most of ya belong in special ed
The graves I dug
I show no remorse
I'll continue I'm iller then a bad cold
Cough it up u like swallowed hair
Inhale the good *****
Never the doo doo type
U style is lame u sad go to the circus 
Marry the beard lady
U envy me like the rest
I'm slick 
I can scoop a lesbian turn that ***** inside out 
Niggas hate on me I know they don't like me
Ya niggas are ugly it's like u got scraped with a fork 
Sit down 
Watch the king at his best 
I can take many sittin on the throne that's how ill I am
Take em out no competition 
Booyaka it's gettin real 
It's scary the nightmare on elm street
Coming for u in ur dreams 
**** Freddy Krueger 
I'm the true grim reaper when it come to takin souls
Take u out Ur misery 
U a kid in a growns mans world
Ur breath smells like ass & fish 
Take the mic from ya ur skills is dry 
Buy a toothbrush mouthwash and a pack of gum
I'll put u in the graveyard
Dig ur grave 
Dress u up with ur hands crossed with ur eyes open
Ain't it terrifying 
Sign my name on ur casket
Put u in the dirt put u 6ft under
Ur gone ur forgotten
Goodnight sleep in piss *****
Wack niggas wanna be down with the j
But my circle is small 
Sometimes I don't roll with em
Ya Niggas closet fags
Stay on my dick keeping my name in ya mouth why
What ya in love 
**** off i ain't into that 
Going off like I was in Vietnam fighting Vietcong 
Beating my chest like King Kong before he fought the t-Rex
I'll kill ya lawyers
U soft u wouldn't hurt a fly
U talk a good game 
U a motor mouth
****ing with me
Ima cobra ima spit venom right at u
Watch u shake screamin louder then a chick
Goons always got em on dial 
Bloods 
Crips 
Latin kings don't get it ****ed up
I'm nasty as a mold growing in a corner in a bathroom(eww)
**** that 
Worse then a bushy pussy with a fowl smell(gasp)
What's gets worst then that
I can think of many 
My mind is like a computer 
The power is on
I'm full of energy 
I said enough I feel I'm done
Adios I'm ghost I killed it enough

Copyright © jalani jenkins | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Tadon Archer | Details |

Twisted

They had his life story twisted as he plotted his death in advance
outsmarting his enemies evading cops and *****es
People hated him they wanted him dead
They said that he was good for nothing
Humiliated him showed him as a negative image in the public trying to
take him down
Telling the viewers he is nothing but a thug and a negative role model to
the children
But that’s what racist people do they care less about a nigga that trying to
make a change and get out the gang life
He was a poet, a rapper and a political leader in many of his fans' eyes
Always encouraging them to hold on and stay strong things will get better
and tomorrow will be a better day
He was a motivator speaker always helping the poor and the hood
He wasn’t afraid to claim where he came from
He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind when things weren’t right
A lyrical genius that had his enemies spook and fans confuse
A lot of rap stars were envy of him because they weren’t as real and
talented as him
So they started riots and destroyed his sense of humor tried to drive his
fans away from him
They wanted him to fall
And his life couldn’t get any worser when he was shot five times in
Manhattan by two armed men
On his way to the studio not knowing he was going to get shot
He was set up by a snake that acted like he was his homie
I guess his rapping buddy didn’t know what hit him
Because he had to take the blame while the true phony set in the
background and orchestra the hit
  
And the one who did it is still living repping bad boy records signing
people and then sacrificing them just to rank higher and get up to the
highest club
It’s a shame how can you still hold your guilt for so long for almost killing
your own kind
You’re still being controlled by a white man you didn’t even shed a tear
when your homie die instead you celebrated
Because you knew on the business side you were going to blow up
You’re a cold hearted person and the only thing you care about is money
and fame
Selling your soul and going through gay rituals just for money man you
gotta be mess up
And my guy was marked for death because he wouldn’t **** Quincy Jones
in the ass
So what is the music industry all about?
Do you really have to sell your soul and do gay things or sex orgy in order
to get what you want which is money and fame
Man ya got it all twisted because I thought that you rise to the top
because of your talent
Not doing insane things like changing your religious and worshipping the
devil or sending many of your fans souls to hell doing blood sacrifices or
voodoo killing people
Man this game is dirty all the real people are either dead or gone
somewhere far hiding from the secret societies that’s trying to kill them
And now we’re stuck with these phony ungodly rappers on TV That sold
their soul and did crazy things to get where they are at
Now what type of example are these so call rappers to the children in my
community
They are nothing but puppets slaves that has to take orders from their boss
in order to sell records
What a shame but nobody will never be the greatest like Makaveli retire
from the rap game and still making millions
While people are selling their souls trying to make a million

Copyright © Tadon Archer | Year Posted 2012

Long poem by Alex Duffy | Details |

I miss hip hop

Hip-hop died when beats became more important than lyrics
These days it’s just a beat and cheesy hook
95% of rappers sound the same; I don’t want to hear it
Studied the greats so I won’t become a slave in Nas’s rhyme book

Rappers talking about guns they’re too small to lift
Bragging about diamonds and the size of their chain
Yet some fans have the nerve to say Eminem and Nas should call it quits
At least they write to bring change

Half these new kids probably need Immortal technique, Lupe fiasco and Kendrick Lamar to dumb it down
In the mainstream all they hear is sex, drugs and lyrics that make no sense
All the good hip-hop is underground
In the mainstream its guys rapping about what they don’t represent

We need someone like Tupac who did song writing to believe 
Wasn’t scared to stand up to anyone fighting his beliefs
N.W.A had a genuine reason for not liking the police
A few old school west coast rappers tried getting Bloods and Crips reuniting for peace

We don’t get a thing from rappers today
They don’t understand the importance of KRS one, Public Enemy, Rakim, Big Pun or Jam Master Jay 
Dear god you can have Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, and soulja boy if you bring Tupac back to life
 Sick of some hip-hop fans still bringing up the fact Eminem’s white

I remember when Nas destroyed Jay-Z with ether
But these days every song on an album is a feature
It’s getting worse, it’s too poppy and auto tune sadly came
I’d rather listen to LL cool J, Ice Cube, Kurupt, Big daddy Kane

Pitbull gets played on the radio every 5 minutes
All his songs are cheesy and sound the same
Jadakiss hasn’t got the respect he deserve since he arrived in it
Biggie said the sky’s the limit but first we need the ground to change

Crooked I is the king of the west
Joe budden is the most under-rated he gets everything off his chest
He’d rather inspire people than make radio hits that bring a bigger cheque
She has no talent, so to sell records Nicki Minaj has to strip to her g-string and a vest

14 years in and still credible yet fabulous hasn’t got the respect he deserves
Lyrically above most and kills every verse
Yet Iggy Azelia is everywhere despite the fact she ahs ghost-writers
The last thing hip-hop needs is another Flo rida

I’ve always been an outcast maybe that’s why I listen to Big Boi and Andre
Since he got with Kim, we just haven’t had good music from Kanye
At least Eminem came in and said I’ll be like me not like you
How can any west-coast rapper not have respect for Ice-T & Ice Cube

Too many new rappers claim to be the greatest when they’re not even close to the best
They can’t compare to Nas, Eminem, Tupac, Biggie, Big L, Big Pun or Dmx
I could have named a lot more but I’d be here all day so apologies to anyone I missed off
I’m sick of this new rap music. I miss hip-hop 

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Shawn Padilla | Details |

Freeing the mind

Im not even in the spot light. May be talented but the way I'm living is the cause my body rots right? You few friends, the fans read my stuff it helps you through a gloomy night. I am very talented maybe even godlike. I need to  change my act and, reach a new height. I appreciate the way you call me on my wrongs. So this will not be just another one of those songs. My cousin said he spends his life afloat not drowning in a fifth of Hennessy. I think that today and wish to make a new man of me. Even though I dont drink the nasty stuff like crazy. It attacks my thought so I cannot let it faze me. This time I need to help someone and amaze "me". These cigarettes that I continue to ingest are gonna eventually spread and than infest. This body is human. I need to kill the pest. What if one day I wake up and can no longer preach. It hangs upon my lungs and voice like a leach. Kicking this will be harder than putting up with a sirens most annoying screech. If I am a revolutionary than this is a door I must breach. The government hands me these sticks and I continue to smoke. In reality to the government it makes me a joke. If I let this take me over and allow me to slowly die. How can I ever open and let my mind truly fly. I will give this my hardest try. To remain not that average guy. The greatest addiction we all have is letting corruption make us depressed. Try hard for a job and it doesn't matter how well your dressed. Give the law your greatest show. Fight with your all and go toe to toe. They don't wanna hear it don't wanna know. You simply need to only walk down the street. See homeless veterans without limbs, how do expect this man to get on his feet? Take your kid to school and hope for a great life. See others along the way beaten with scars and unimaginably bruised. Rather it be a bully, or tempered parents there simply used. Then we wonder why they shot up a school and were so short fused. Go to the mountains try to enjoy the nature and the trees. There's more buildings and the animals hide so all you hear is the silent breeze. See raids breaking out over black and white. Abraham and Martin got assassinated for us to not even attempt to see the light. You stomp upon a flag that gave the idea to see another day. Upon it are soldiers, brothers and, sisters lifeless body lay. Why do we fight each other can't we find another way? Band together in revolution and give our children a peaceful place to stay. The enemy exists inside our brain. If we let it soon we will all be left insane. Im gonna let go and attempt to relieve my pain. All that's left is mine to gain. Walk through the storm with a smile and truly feel the rain.-swp

Copyright © Shawn Padilla | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Brian McClain | Details |

How A Bill Becomes Law

How a Bill Becomes Law
Democratic process, that’s how it goes
More like pimps puttin’ out cigarettes
On their hapless ho’s

If you don’t vote, don’t complain about the result 
You have heard, no doubt, that jive-ass insult
Think you got more choice than Pepsi versus Coke?
Then pass me that pipe, ‘cuz I too want a toke

Maybe I can just drink my way out of this mess
Got my Freedom of Choice, where more equals less
Pilsner, ale, lager, stout, by all means take your pick
Cooler door’s open, better grab somethin’ quick

How a Crispy Stack of Bills Becomes Law
Corporate lobbyist shills, they write every word 
Then it goes to committee
Puppet show of the absurd

They feed you Scorn Flakes by the heapin’ bowl
Fixin’ to microchip you and short sell your soul
Judas goats lead the Sheeple down the path to mutton
They can bleat all they want, but that won't do nothin'

I elect two tall boys and appoint a sad-ass sack of Doritos
Magazine headline pushin’ vaccines in mosquitoes
They gonna mainline you with junk, if you like it or not
I slap a sweaty twenty on the counter, cuz that's all I got

How a Hundred-Dollar Bill Becomes Law
Without ever bein’ read, it goes to a vote 
Gets ramrodded through the House
By some paid-for turncoat

What’s one more sellout, another Big Lie?
Small price to pay for the best system money can buy
Kickbacks for politicians handed off in the park
Blown on five-grand hookers turnin’ tricks in the dark

I see the Jackpot’s over two hundred million again
To not take a chance would be a jackass sin
All you need is a little bit of luck, says the CGI midget
So I circle five numbers, plus a Powerball digit

How Swill Becomes Law
At last, it gets signed or vetoed
If it don’t serve its paymasters
It’s long since been torpedoed 

Dollar and a Dream, keep clutchin' that ticket
Forget the long odds, math’s a real sticky wicket
Now, if I win it all, I’m gonna take the lump sum
Go lie on the beach, sippin' daiquiris and rum

I whisk my gewgaws back up to my apt
Crack a cold one, watch the news, my attention quite rapt
Flickerin' pixels put the RGB hex on me
Alpha-state so soothin' that I finally can see

Disregard what I was sayin', so bitter and snide 
Talkin' head pundits have lain my paranoid delusions aside
Quiet on the set--stop shovellin’ chips in your maw
Some sexed-up strumpet’s splainin’ me...
     ...how a bill becomes law


_________________________________


For Contest: Political Ordeal
Sponsored by: C.T.
Written: March 11, 2016

Copyright © Brian McClain | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Quincy Mac | Details |

The Alphabet 5-0

                           >>1111>>The Alphabet 5-0<<1111<<

                      Right, Poetry Soup check it, before you wreck it,
                        On this trek to present for you, and show you, 
                   Day after day, week after week with everlasting flow, 
                             Never slow, I'm on the low low, lol lol,
                         You better get on it, quick before ya stack it, 
                                 Yeah bestow, THE ALPHABET 5-0!

                                                Dam... what a blow, but getting back to it, 
                                             Spitting words onto it, narrated and carrying it, 
                                                         In this given form informing,
                                                   Written raps rapping it back onto track,
                                             You know who it is, Quincy Mac on the attack...

        Presenting to you, showing you, your ignorance and neglect!
           So respect as I dissect with statistically sound aspects,
              Radical connotations from mathematical equations,
             I'm..... Coming in peace, deep and steep so start climbing, 
                I say it again and again, as I'm forever rhyming, 
                            As the collective mind is dying, 
                         We gotta keep trying and trying,……
               Try and consider……. Yeah that’s right, stop lying,
                        Really? But why? Haha……. Go figure,
        Unwell sick, a cherry picker, ignore scripture, never consider
                      Anything!!!!! Worth while……………….Dam!

                                               So look listen and observe,
                                             Or your life will just be a blur,
                                          If you look to the physical to serve,
                                           You see, I’m a word entrepreneur,
                              Here to converse every verse while you’re in ya curse,
                                 Your unconcerned, need to unlearn, Let me affirm,
                        You haven’t learnt anything! Your world is going to burn.........!!!

........If we don’t change and arrange using our inner flame,
             Stop the blame, treat this like a game,
      or truth be told, you will forever remain the same!

                 >>1111>>Quincy Mac<<1111<<

date written:11.24.2015

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Quincy Mac | Details |

EVIL vs CONSCIOUSNESS

                  >>1111>>EVIL vs CONSCIOUSNESS<<1111<<

                                                EVIL:

I’m not to blame that my aim’s to hide the TRUTH
I’ll emulate Consciousness tricking the deceived into their Nooses,
I’m what you call evil, our spirits are not the same,
The fact you haven’t claimed the masses is really a shame,
I’m the characteristics they love, your stuff is boring,
I am crafty and like to party, you’re hearty and not fly,
I’m a Sheppard in disguise, I can lie, and you choose to lose,
My name is Lucifer, First in command, in control, and after your soul.

                         >>1111>>CONSCIOUSNESS<<1111<<

Who are you to step to me? Can’t you see?
You’re shameless, useless, with a cognition deficiency,
You got no wisdom because you’re focused on nothing,
Not even one thing, no productive activity,
I’ve heard what you say, it’s not worthy of worship,
You’re sloppy, you will never stop me, you’re a waste of space,
That deceitful, awful demeanor you call your voice,
I will shut it down, you don’t have a choice!

EVIL:

Ring the Alarm, you should know, on a chart it would show I’m winning,
Sinning people is what keeps this world spinning,
You could’ve removed me right from the start,
But no, A Divine plan is what was planned from your heart,
You were stupid and claim to lose when it comes down to it,
Had the chance to kill me, but because of your ways you blew it,
As for your powers, you forget how to use them,
You built a whole universe but no one knows your anthem,
You call it sin, and so do I, so let’s sum this up,
Come, drink, from my sacred cup?
I speak to other gods and it always impresses,
You’re just a weak Hebrew god, come on you need to confess this!

                       >>1111>>CONSCIOUSNESS<<1111<<

That’s right, CONSCIOUSNESS is my name, and I’m the best at this game
Which means you’re under my control because you left your claim,
You deceived man to eat the apple so this is ya karma,
And now you need a savior to save ya
I’m Love, Strength, Wisdom and transcendent
You’re the evilest role model while I am wisdom sent,
You’re the underdog demigod, yes, forgotten and gone,
I’m the best, don’t detest, I’ll literally destroy you,
So step aside and fly away, go find a place to dwell,
You’re gone forever now, yes I’m Universal Consciousness right now!

>>1111>>QUINCY MAC<<1111<<

date written: 21.11.2015 

NOTE: I have changed righteousness to CONSCIOUSNESS for valid reasons :) 24.11.2015

Copyright © Quincy Mac | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Wade Greenlee | Details |

Rap from my son, BCG

Rap from my son, Brooks Greenlee...BCG...borncreatingreatness...  Just like he left it to me.

What happened to rap, to the passion in the lyrics
everybody’s going mainstream try to make their fans feel it
what they don’t realize, no matter what they say
if a rapper’s got skills their fans will listen anyway
my style is the same never changed 
never tried to make change with my lyrics rearranged
you’re plain jane, nothing but fame on your brain
so you maintain the same lame beats we hear everyday
sooner or later, fans are gonna call it quits
they’re so sick and tired of that one hit wonder shit
when you can’t reproduce that one track that put you on the map
you start to fade back into the hip hop aftermath
better make way, a new era’s on the rise
i got the sickest flows with no dollar signs in my eyes
til my dying breath til the day my mouth is useless
i’ll die a happy man even God’s bumpin my music

born to lv in 1989 already prime material
feelin so fine better here me so
you don’t miss a single second born creating greatness
latest and greatest number one artist on your playlist
turn up your iphone turn up your stereo
i hit the microphone and blow up the radio
top 20 countdown on every sunday
i’m 20 that day then number one monday
one day that’s all i need just give me a beat
turn around the corner hear me bumpin on every street
i don’t discriminate i just make music 
a worldwide movement will prove it
flow undeniable so damn original 
so indescribable practically invincible
hoes so excitable pose for a visual
they know who’s desirable born creating miracles

i was born creating greatness
from the first time that i opened my eyes
their is no one on this earth that can fade this
made it to the top after 22 years of hustlin on my grind

i stay hittin and rippin the microphone
tippin a chevy all white on chrome
my crew ain’t something you should try alone
thinkin that i’m wrong and you will die alone
it’s crazy how i came up, cause i changed up the lame stuff
even thought the game’s rough i played tough kept spitting the insane stuff
rearranged but i am no longer afraid of
my future, for i’ve discovered my mission
i covered the distance uncovered the missin just listen
no static no friction my written renditions infect like penicillin
i’m chillin, no anxiety no tension you have no comprehension
of this lyrical invention that i’m testin, now you better count your blessins
i’m teaching you a lesson, i feel your apprehension

Copyright © Wade Greenlee | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Troy Jeremy Nelson | Details |

Obama

I'm not sure how youre going to lead your people to salvation
gang bangers holding the bag, perpetrating violence
i can't help what i think about that predicament
blackmailed, or all rap artists truly do like being the figure heads 
of community terrorism
fighting for their rights throughout history
just to throw it all away
raised to believe they were the only ones whose legacy is a nightmare
but they make money rubbing their guns and drugs in our face
selling other people to blackmarkets for slavery
to make more chemicals

I truly hope you take this opportunity to lead your people in the right direction
to truly be able to find themselves
i'm only one person on the outside looking in
i just truly dont believe all those money making rap artists
truly desire to continue the cycle of violence
i myself believe some sick racist paid them to throw themselves away

Drugs and guns
\kids killing kids
something has to be done
and why your people are the ones representing this
I truly believe another black man can encourage his fellows of skin
to see the bright side, work on solving the problem from now on instead of making it worse

I can't handle much more of this
seeing people fight for their rights
and lose to themselves again
being part of the solution of the problems they are soo upset about
is more understandable than being paid to be the front lines of genocide
and continue the never ending cycle of hate and confusion
I'm not fooled by what has happened to them, and what is
but change is inevitable, solving their own problems they probably were entrapped with

War crimes on both sides
the black and white
minds cornered by previous experiences just want to end this nightmare
or maybe i'm wrong
maybe the racists over there are right
maybe they didnt see how someone made them think one thing
and used violence to enforce actions cornering the hate again
in the end war crimes on both sides
i just urge you to find a solution to this
i myself am tired of the psychological fight of a futile civil war 
engulfing both sides of the unfortunate paradox
its harder than you realise to see through it
its harder not to get wrapped up in my own emotions of the past that was and the present 
that is

Manipulative people brainwashed the innocent
and then used violence against your people to prove that they are justified
its a sick game obama
its disgusting and the streets of your own society need a solution to a dirty trick

Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010

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