BlackMan Where have You Been?

Running afraid seeking that knowledge of which I have not of self, staying clear of the Anglo-Saxon, euro-gentile Caucasian devils tricknology, in fear of my own brother for he wont acknowledge me, being a image of God , a God the same as he, the generation before me points their fingers in blame I am  a drug dealer a gangbanger the sole cause of the white authority acting estranged, a shame we are of them and from them it's not our fault this was learmed and if it's our thoughts then the fault is on the teacher that taught this concern, straying away from my block sistas, they cause confusion with inferiority complexes, I refuse to be abused, in a battle of the sexes, a journey deep down within myself a voyage I have to embark, to wake that unconscious King before our being falls apart, you asked me where I 've been, on a mission to and fro, to find the real Blackmen, to lead and show me how to get there and the way to go,