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The 44th President “one who is blessed” in Swahili,
Happens to love his wife’s Shrimp Linguini.
His desk, in the senate office once belonged to Robert Kennedy!
Renegade Tried to make it in to an all black male calendar,
But was rejected by an all female committee.
He wares $1500 Hart Schaffer suits,
With one of his identical pair of size 11 shoes.
When the president stands up you never hear any boo’s.
A few good luck charms he has with him,
A Madonna and child frozen for eternity,
And a bracelet of the arm of a man fighting in Iraq.
Bar can lift an impressive 200 pounds wile lying on his back.
His favorite delight to drink is Black forest iced tea,
Wile looking at his red boxing gloves signed by Mohamed Ali.
But never ask him out to Baskin Robbins, he don’t like ice cream.
But if you gave him a chocolate protein bar his dream.
Hide any dog meat snake meat or roasted grasshoppers up high,
For all these things he has tried.
All wile keeping his dignified pride.
He gets a snip and a trim once a week cost him $21 dollars,
That’s real cheap thanks to Zariff.
In whom the Obomber confides in to talk about the week.
He mite have been the one who convinced the malotoe,
To trade his Chrysler 300 in for the hybrid.
His memoirs, Dreams from My Father won a Grammy in 2006.
He was o past war president that was left handed the 6th.
He left a stag party which had a stripper in 1996.
As a teenager he tried marijuana and cocaine,
And Berry collects comic books like spider-man and Conan the Barbarian.
His specialty as cook is chili,
His favorite TV shows are Mash and The Wire.
He has four places in a Chicago home to build a fire.
He uses an apple Mac laptop to look at Pablo Picasso art.
He has read every Harry Potter book,
I wonder if he spoke Spanish to his pet ape back in Indonesia.
Each Block full of cops and stray shots that spot and show the stash rats and infinit trash
speakers blast weed and hash dispatch mash whores and cash jealousy splash blood spills
landfills alcoholics who drink nyquil no frill foods and young uns rude slaughter lewd acts
coke and crack vein slaps used jim hats in poisonous snatch aids attack political traps dt
adapt or better yet attach years of crap scared and strapped studio raps fades and naps
preacher slacks jump rope and jacks actual facts make any fraud collapse jump to the next
beat crumblin sheets so manifique vessel lettin jewwels leak wise cries crusty eyes judges I
despise as the chicken fry I ask why is freedom denied and govermental pressure applied
here's the Queen city the light shining bright that handed me a beautiful wife and 4 seeds to
complete our life many strike and lash here's a black but pucker suckers steppin utilizing
non-destructive weapons ever so destined God's grace embrace a misunderstood race
searchin for a meaningful place we're not waste court case sent my rage circumvents wit a
toke of hemp bent ignores the rent due win no lose wit holes in my shoes take it next level
tru rebel mellow hello peace the faith that increase pray in the streets constant relief from a
soulsonic beat let's leap on cloud nine peops watch those that greet meek never weak
deeper than most chocolate amazon close sexy exotic fiberoptic tune in from day one
zoomin bloomin no coonin fist side by side Activist reactin making things happen minus
nappin law enforcement slaps and attack areas hood when it's the Europeans who always up
to no good. DEDICATED to all Black and Latino people dying in NEWARK!
I dreamt of what I could be
when this faithful deluge
give up
when my day
finally breaks
My bamboo bed
tripled its size
and has only few sticks
still left
Behold!
the depth of father’s grave
came forth;
so also
the forestalled
hopes of grieving mother
still in her mourning cloth
I could smell
the tantalizer
grandmother once prepared
for father
oblivious what next day
portended for us
When the hard nocks
of the rain
broke through
my thatched roof
and ceaselessly
came in droplets
on my brow
It furrowed
to clearer vindication
The light I saw
shorn so bright to be true
every thing in me soothed
and I knew I was coming
closer to where it all started.
Finally I arrived
the dingy room
where grand father
always sat alone
resting his fragile neck
looking at the world.
He ceaselessly crunched
at his well separated teeth
scolding and questioning
his unseen guests
Un-seeable guests
who claimed his only son
only last year
they still want
the remaining
contract performed
Ridiculous. Callous
I imagined grandfather
Must be telling them.
I imagined
Okosisi would dare the spirits
and refuse to die
at least for my sake
whatever the cult may say.
The strands of his hair
hung somewhere in mother’s kitchen
and she knows the price
we shall all pay
if that loop is mistakenly
eaten by the fire
I imagined
Okosisi would dare the spirits
and stick to his gun
and refuse to die
and if he lives
and the spooks demand me
who will continue the family tree?.
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One morning long-ago, he calls together his executive board meeting, even those
in attentance were amazed of his greeting's. O'Abraham was there as were Elijah and
Moses too. Also I'm comprehended to believe on this secred of day's that the spiritual
Father made sure Isaiah and Daniel are at the table. He begins the meeting by telling
them, Bros. of the Cross, how his courtship onto the nation must come from the only
one who is able (JESUS). "For I must go and get my children's", "and assure them as I
have for you". I'll be there for You, never to forsake them, or never will I leave them.
Moses say's at this meeting, the enemy will come at you moreso now than ever and
shall upset even the select. "My People knows my voice (there is silent as he now
stands) for in my son name Jesus, that day they are to place their faith on the power
of the Cross". He shall give his life for many and the just and the unjust shall still re-
cieve rain, but one's choosing Everlasting approbiation shall have peace, just for belie-
ving on his name. The board tells him to go with their blessing. He goes to Bethelehem
and bestowe's upon Mary(a virgin) the pregnacy of the World, and so the amazing part
of the story is that the people's find "Glory".
He performs many miracle's, bring sight to all that is blind and all who don't know the
truth. From his executive room to the worst neighborhood on earth, he's saying today
as always, "I'll be there for You", that's the reason for his Birth.
“I Come From A People”
Written by Kim Tipton Scott
I come from a people...
Forced to labor from sun up
‘till after it had gone down
and from the fruits of this
involuntary servitude
cotton...tobacco...and cane
an entire country was built
with their bare and blistered hands.
I come from a people...
Men...women…even Children
with limbs big and strong
but spirits even stronger
and though beaten
and sometimes near skinned alive,
never could be broken.
I come from a people...
Mamas…Big Mamas…Aunt Jemimas
Born with that kind of faith
that could move mountains
and just like those trees
planted by the mighty waters
they could not be moved.
I come from a people...
Hated simply for the color of their skin
but continued to say it loud,
“I’m Black and I’m proud,”
‘cause BLACK is so
so beautiful…so beautiful…so beautiful
which is why white folks sit out in the sun.
I come from a people...
Criticized…dehumanized…victimized
called everything but a child of God
but kept on singin ’and a shoutin’
“Sticks and stones may break
every last one of my bones
but those mean ol’ words of yours
will never hurt me!”
I come from a people...
Who as the ol’ folks use to say
had nothin’…nothin’…nothin’
but a wing and a prayer
but somehow made a way
out of no way for their children,
and their children,
and theirs to be…FREE!
I am black,
you are
white... of
course,
my blood
is red,
what
colour is
yours?
I am an
African,
you are an
American,
The Sun is
my skin,
why do
you tan?
'I am
white, you
are black',
well said!
I have one
head, have
you got
dash head?
Oh you are
well read,
you swim
in books,
where
comest
these
clowns
and
crooks?
I am black,
you are a
Briton,
that's right,
you can
read and
write, see
that light?
You have
two hands
and one
high heart,
why crave
this awful,
ancient
African art?
I am black,
I have this
simple
sack,
Hey
whiteman,
I know
you do not
lack,
I live in a
hut, right
on a
humble hill,
I see those
misiles in
your
power mill.
I am black
you are
white,
that's
wow!
You did
not create
that
colour...why
cow?
You call me
a monkey,
I eat sweet
bananas,
You seem
like a racist
with
lustuous
lacunas.
I am black,
yet in my
eyes I see
the stars,
from that
white
skies you
see but
scars...
You are so
different,
why do
you lament,
I am
indifferent,
you sound
like...
accident!
I am black,
but you
are in a
black list,
You seem
to be a
terrorist,
yes a racist!
You will
one day go
down in a
black soil
or create a
white soil,
it is worth
the toil!
Frightend children under the baobab
Of elders discourse playing
At the deep edge of rites
Of passages
With no Atlantic dream.
There is a beauty here
Before the other world began
Forgetting its origin
And taste
Of white milk in black breast
Beautifully caressing
The tongue
Outside the jaws of greed.
The time of pyramids
Lolling
On the golden sands
Full with the jewels of history
Civilizations gone
And dead sphinx to come
To Alexandria dreaming
Far from the distant
Wonders of Timbuctu.
And after all that gain
Suddenly a flood
Of nothingness
Carrying totems
Of laughed animism
On children's head
Like weed.
Stale rum sizzling
In the heat
Of deception
Crackle lies
The missionary and prelates of doom
Smile when the boom
Behind us burst
Crankling chains
Move to the shackle of the feet
The heart coffled
To the suddeness of defeat
Stared at the deception
That could not win
Without the foul
Practices bred in smoke filled bars
Of cold desolate
places making a wave.
We come
From banks of river
Surety to insurance companies
For new ships
That carry us promisary notes
Of golds to cotton and cane
Replacing the earth hidden
Treasures
In a mother's bowels
We come
Dying
To change the mosaic to come
Into a place
Where you know may know
I am
The father of the race.
Dreads swingin’
Golden brown skin
Deep south
Drawl
Cunning like
A fox
Sharp as
An eagle
So strung out;
Me I mean
Over your love
Security and protection
Is all I feel
In his arms
A familiarity
Like no other
With you I
Feel back to
My roots
I can smell the
Collard greens
I can hear
The very faint
But definite power
Of a language
So foreign to me
You can have me
So high
But when
I crash
Oh
I can see
In you
The hurt
When you
Get itchy
To go
To leap up and leave me
Either in the
Dead of night or
Going to grab
Some smoke
Because it’s not
In your spirit
To sit still
You are made up of
Long roads
No end
Or specific
Destination in sight
Just open air
And a
Freedom
That only birds know
You cuss me
Because like always
But I hope
Not forever
You don’t know
How to deal with
Your anger
Because like
Always but
I hope not forever
Your just another
Black man
Who was left
Abandoned by
Another black man
Leaving behind
An endless cycle
Of tough love
But see tough love
Is what I’m made
Of
It’s in my spirit
To wipe at
Your scars
To grease your scalp
While you
Tell me
Of your adventures
To tell you that
Nothing or no one
Can stop you
From touching the
sky
Lord I'm trying to design lines to give sight to the blind
that Chuk D fight the power 1989
that Brand Nubian/BDP scriptures
trying to tell them slow down or loves gonna get cha
the whole games been infected with demons so wicked
I've been tasked to protected it with this verbal exorcism
because listening is torture
since everybody swear they spit hot fire
then My flow is holy water
it's lyrical baptism
putting out hell's flames by simply bobbing your brain to my rhythm
you can catch the holy ghost to this
testify and witness it
now don't you feel magnificent
it's anti ignorant
been touched by an angel my flow is divine
it could part the red sea and turn water to wine
so while your rhymes break Keys(kilos) down to nickels and dimes
I'm inclined to plant seeds that will strengthen their minds
I'm not a stranger to the struggle I know the hustle well
I dabbled in these streets I've done a little dirt my self
I've sold poisonous concoctions
drank malted toxins
but learned to beat myself to the punch like shadow boxing
preparing for war with the love of the Lord
the pen is my sword,and the full armor or God
Hanging out on my front porch in East Capital
dwellings on the SE side of town as we sip on a forty
and talking about who got smoked the other night... We
all got them Project blues! Summer now finally
here we roll up them tiny trees... Puff Puff and
then passing it around and you better watching out
for them five O clowns... cuz no body will care if
they should happen to beat you down. Man, I got them
project blues! We are all sad because Mike got smoked
over some silly trick just last week. Man, we got them
project blues! We just found out Paul got the package
and he don't know how much longer he might have to live?
Man, I got them project blues! My Momma just got laid off
from her job down at the U Street grill... Guess its
back to food stamps for us this year? Man, I got them
project blues! This ain't no joke growing up in a hell hole
like this and its really bad if you just so happen to be
born a young male... and God help you if you are black.
Man, have I got them project blues!
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