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I'Ll Be There

I come to percolate like coffee on your brain
Trying to regulate your state 
Of mind to think things through before your fall off the cliff for running out of time,
I steep like tea on a breezy morning cooling down with the wind, I roll through your thoughts like a steam roller on hot asphalt, squashing negativity for you to unwind,
I carry the weight of your world on my shoulders,
I tranquilize my anger, it's the weight crushing my soul structure, I am the radiation from the sun traveling faster than physics can explain, I filter through your words so that you can speak again,  
When your lungs collapse from so much toxic rhetoric putting you down, I'll be the vaccine to rid you of dirty illnesses product of society's work,
No police can regulate your actions, when you're all about passionate acts of true heartily compassion, 
I am the latest garment for your soul, I'm the latest pair of shoes to keep on trailing to get you safely home,
When my cellular structure stops brewing my unique substance to allow me to teach you to love, keep spreading out like roses on a garden thanks to Mother Nature and bees kissing your every petal.

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Genie

I grant you wishes like a found genie in a Bottle
I attend to your desires right wrong, I won't judge it doesn't matter
Place your confidence in me, ask me anything my answer won't be a no
See the light and the shine from all that money and that gold
Stay aware that every wish comes with consequences that will make you fold 
I am not the master of truth just an enabler of capricious wants, I'm not a cheerleader reciting cheerful chants,
You write your history think about that when the world is going down the deepest space of your memory
I can't bring you back from the death 
So think twice about all that you'd be giving up to stack all that wealth,
Once upon a time I wished I wasn't this available but it turns out the world just wanted me to be an oracle of wrath for materialistic people.

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A Different Time

To whom it may concern,
When will be the day when political thoughts will evolve, when racism can stop and end this brutality and call it case closed,
I want to be a good man righteously involved 
Within this community raped by you all,
I am judged by my skin color and my spoken word, singled out by those with authority and clean uniform,
When will be the day when I'm not seen as ignorant because of where I am from, see I am educated and I speak well enough,
When will these families stop burying their own
Marginalized unjustly for being dead broke,
Many of these souls see the light too soon and are very young, I don't carry a smile as if this was a joke,
When will I walk into a home not broken by these useless drugs, stop generalizing you can't call us thugs,
Give me the right to be a good man and show you results, do not shoot me down if I expose you to my faults,
I ask of a time of prosperity without the severity of punishment from these discriminatory laws,
When can I have a voice and speak from the heart and the top of my lungs, I don't want to be chased by dogs or water cannons as some have before,
When will I have the option to put a roof over my head that perhaps I can afford,
Perhaps I'm too gifted and to get out I must play a sport, or become a survivor of the hood and engage in society's war.

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Africa

I bare the child of this world yet I am tossed to rot away,
I've given you all that I can give and in return you don't even know my name,
Stop the plundering, stop the looting, ask me politely and you shall receive,
I am the soul that haunts for your lack of care 
If you must forget I shall perish and be gone,
My hand is weakened and cannot be of any help, it's been cutoff and ripped from me to punish psychopathic threats, 
I've been rejected and not granted even a voice for help, shackles carry the numbers rather than the letters in my name,
 There is no sunshine for these bars are filters to enhance my pain, I've been a victim of a despot brain with the ultimate result to live long in fame, he who thought of freedom clearly didn't know he's at the very top using me as target to better up his aim, I am the prize to gain, I am the trophy given for having haunted me as an animal shit they say fair game,
Times have changed yet I am a mental slave and I am to pay for all the sins my life is the one to blame, my words carry truth in them but fall in ears that have chosen to be deaf,
I represent those dying when their lives haven't even started, I pray for those whom have involuntarily departed,
Pretend I am a timeline with deleted points from beginning to the end, you ain't gotta worry about any apologies, you don't have to sit there and try to pretend,
I'm pages of a book ripped to omit all of the obscure bullshit that has occurred, I've been an experiment; he has mastered in the art of the occult, bury me after precious use while spitting in my face, it's a terrible insult,
I'm worth nothing yet I have a heart that beats,
I have eyes that shed tears, and hands bruised from many forms of physical abuse,
I am disposable and expected to be rid of once I'm not good to be put in use,
See me I am alive, these are my last words and my silent cries, you've whipped me plenty, my body weakened soon will die, but in the memory of those who care to know, I am Africa and I've been raped by those whom my wrath won't survive.

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Alone

Help me understand all of these convictions, 
Ever since I was little all I knew was no food on the table and letters of eviction, I knew no fancy things and hopes and dreams on the television,
I grew up not knowing who to go to express my silly visions, 
Don't try to judge if you've never lived a day in all of my afflictions, try to walk a mile in my worn out shoes living in a world of contradictions,
But this is my prediction, the world is a violator of my mental temple trying to fill me up with one too many addictions,
I'm a survivor of the times, I'm against slavery from the depths of racism and ill minded bigotry, 
The way I was brought alienated me from all that was good and shoved me to the domain of crazy evil, if I could rewind the clicks of the clock I wouldn't be sitting here today with my mouth taped feeling less of a man.

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Punisher

Hear me flow, I'm a volcano about to blow, I remember my childhood being poor, windows always closed so were all my doors, now I'm grown I got much in store, I got energy aiding to set me off, show my vocabulary to leave you stunned, I will make you drown in this concoction of explosive words, I'm fire when you use your thoughts, I burn you up by simply hoping for the best not the worst,I'm a machine gun blasting bullets from my vocal chords, Im a hurricane while you're so afraid you got put up boards you can hide underneath all of those cloaks, but I will find you no matter where you go, I'll be your nightmare when the night is cold, I'll be the whispers in your ear when you're unable to talk, I'll be nails on the chalkboard erasing you from the map it is time to sleep and let go, remember me when you hear my thoughts because I'm the punisher messing up your dreams and hopes, I will facilitate your trip to hell, you've crossed the realm of infinite misery and pain now you know my name, just go.

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Green Flash

Hey green flash let me talk to you 
Please don't say good bye,
I've been waiting for so long now it's time to taste the marshmallows and fly my kite, 
Protect my receptors of pain while I take a bite,
Let me walk the path of soothing sensations , dreams and fantasies while I stop my cries,
Wipe my tears, fill my lungs with air or magic puff, tell me all about my mind and stuff,
Send me adrift to contemplate the beauty of trees and leaves falling away,
Aid my hand to set in ink my deepest thoughts
Cries of help and screams of joy, anxious calls from these games oh boy,
Let me walk on clouds instead of crashing into walls, help me walk and eat to not fall in this abysmal hole, 
Please visit long, the clock is ticking I haven't got much time, be my savior when the road gets tough,
My green ol' buddy you bring to me what gravity brings to the universe 
Cohesion to remain together 'til my lungs collapse and rot away,
So please green flash I don't want to say good bye, make me smile one more time before my eyes want to rest to let others live by.

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Evil

If Jesus is alright with this, 
Ima let it roll out down the hill,
We live in a world that's all about pulling triggers trying to kill,
All for, sacs of bud, and dust or a crappy pill,
Souls that have died at the hand of a deadly skill, 
It's a world that seeks bad news just for the thrill of kicking down castles instead of trying to rebuild,
Digging up holes for the sake of sinking to hell at one's will,
All willing to swim in the blood lake that's been spilled, 
We live in a world that's all about the bombing and stomping on dreams and generations,
Wiping out talent and creating separations,
Many of us live in the sidelines observing death at a rapid acceleration,
There's no hope for the world or any money for immoral reparations, nor is the will for
Mindful regeneration,
It's a world that's headed for loss as a consequence of temptation now in its knees asking for forgiveness and perhaps salvation,
None is going to happen given your fixation for asphyxiation of those with nothing not even their pension, 
This world strangles you slower depleting you of life and adding more pressure, 
If at all possible please tell me the treasure
Of living this hell and adding more stress though,
We live in a violent world waking up from hibernation,
This is just the beginning, evil will satisfy its hunger to avoid starvation, 
Now that I've said it, I go in peace hoping to not give in on this silly thing called hope, and evil administration.

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I Depart

No need for introductions I'm the man of the hour,
Others have big plans to make me disappear into clouds of ashes, 
I don't now stress, I can't be treated as less,
Fortunate for having beats in my heart, blood in my veins,
Know I am the future despite all of your ridiculous claims,
Sometimes I've seen me for a great man, 
Part of a wild world infected with never ending pain,
These chains try to tie me down while lashes from the iron hand recite my name,
Hold me down with intent to erase my existence from this dark loving earth, 
Eyes remain closed while I am shoved in this torturing cell,
I can't be stopped no matter how this iron ball keeps me grounded suppressing my pride,
No one wants part of this, no one wants to wear the glove even if it fits,
It's my memories pushing me out of this hell bound spell; treat me humanly pick me up after I asked for help, 
I'm the man of the hour and needles on a grandfather clock waiting for the bells to sound out the sound of my pulse out loud,
My judgement day has led me to days of freedom, I can fly free into the horizon without looking back thinking I really need 'em, 
I'm the product of the opposite of defeat,
If you know what will happen simply don't let history repeat.

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Human Shield

There are people living, there are some proud to be the workers, some try their best of luck 'cause they know of envious lurkers,
Some wake up to feed their offspring with whatever little bit is on their cupboards, some leave their home wondering when will be the next meal like there's no hope to eat like others,
We go back to being primitive to keep working hard for something or make our poverty definitive, place a gun to your dome and think all of your problems are done, nah Hun you got a future to be somethin', climb up the mountain or become a snowball and start rolling,
There are those who are like hammers on the head of a nail, banging you hard down reminding you you're stuck  and you feel like you've failed,
Some will see you as a railroad blasting right ahead, and some will be ones hoping and wishing you derail, but this is real this is what we face, we are numbers on a page for others to profit, that's a reality with a little bit of hate
Destiny isn't written nor is it matters left to fate
Be a worker proud to feed your children no need for the world to hate, 
Society plays a dangerous game to shame your name, but be proud enough to shield your loved ones from all racism and social pain.