The Black Society

Welcome To The Black Society Welcome to the dead society I hope you make through it this poem I hope I make through this poem I hope gunshots don't make  it through this poem Forgive me black society But I have some issues to address 7th Avenue Corner Street of Failure Is where you live at Right next to poverty and its cousins crime and illiteracy I hope you will be able to read between these long lines Yes am sure you're familiar with lines That's cos everything you have Has been in line for you and your fellow black society members Black society so forward with modern day technology As you are able to copy more  of the western culture And programming themselves into self- inflicted Slaves Slaves to working endless hours on runways Trying to remodel who they are Trying to feed themselves with crumbles of commentary Many have gained the world For The price of their soul A black soul that has lightened up slavery A black soul a prodigal soul to the African society Black society once blessed With powerful, ambitious, unoppressed Leaders, Visionaries, Freedom chasers Black society now cursed with Immortality through the same difference Black society cursed with Rich men with false intentions Rich Men cursed with poor goals Goals cursed with broken rewards A Black society cursed by its society. A black soul sinking in the deep white sea of wealth Whites accumulate their wealth Blacks accumulate their wages Asians maintain their riches But today White men are wealthy Black men are rich Wealth is power Rich is poverty Wealth empowers Richness is unrecovered Again wealth had become white Black remains rich Africa is rich, but its society is poor Same riches, same difference Same society, same riches Richness killed by its Society But Society killed its attachments And in the black words of MosDef "Stay alive, you play or die, no options,no Batman and Robin Can't tell between the cops and the robbers, they both partners, they all heartless With no conscience, back streets stay darkened Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened The length of black life is treated with short worth That type of society that be filling up the cemetery This life is temporary but the soul is eternal That’s why, we are subjected to the will of the oppressive Not free, we only licensed." You need to get your share Don't settle for a piece Black society you need to rest in peace Then the rest is history His story is from the black society.