Democracy
Fo Dem
Not us
Democracy
Fo Dem
Not us
Dem done told us
Dem done beat us
Democracy made a mockery
Dem done kilt us
At the courthouse
Democracy
Fo Dem
Not us
Darkies die Fo dreams
Dem done stole us
Dem done sold us
Democratic
Democracy...
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Democracy
Fo Dem
Not us
Democracy
Fo Dem
Not us
Dem done told us
Dem done beat us
Democracy made a mockery
Dem done kilt us
At the courthouse
Democracy
Fo Dem
Not us
Darkies die Fo dreams
Dem done stole us
Dem done sold us
Democratic
Democracy...
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mlowe5 says: Indeed, my Brother! Dem don made a mockery of us. But we still here. Democracy! Well penned, Coalhouse. A beautiful rhythmic flow of the truth of dem demockery we see. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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Coalhouse says: Respect Mlowe, trying to put in work.. |
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street cries says: Very nice ink |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
Gil Scott Heron/Black BoySee that black boy running scared his old man gotta problem Dip to the same song Same song since old heads was young bucks The streets are undefeated Names change The hood stays the same Going to jail out on bail Collect calls from upstate The police knows your name See that black boy running scared Running from ghetto games malt liqour Pissy alleys and bombed out houses Running from gorilla pimps street light hustlers Two time losers drug abusers Sing the same song Woulda coulda shoulda sermons Sung in corner colloquialisms Those euthanized by apathy Run black boy run reality two seconds off your azz The suburbs is just a word learned in 8th grade english Reading writing and reefer School house lies tells the white mans truth My little sister belly getting bigger She can't run Baby da... |
NastySlippery when wet Exercise caution when sliding in and out of innuendo It starts with a passing glance It starts with a tender touch Lust makes eye contact Passion pulls the covers back The love we make The love we take Moans get sticky P()ssy perfume fills the room Taste testing our never regions Drenched in candy rain We doin our thang Backflips and somersaults grown folks gymnastics Baby lets get down Go down on me Go down on you I like the flavor of your funk Shift my stick like a five speed Got me grabbing for pillows Groan and grunts on that backside I can't front My tongue got her speaking in tongues She called me nasty I called her bluff Slippery when wet I couldn't get enough... ... |
Midnight Mea CulpaTwo hours till dawn Wondering what the why is Insomnia plays home movies on the ceiling Mistakes misdeeeds missteps hound broken down ego Thats you lying Thats you justifiying Thats you standing in the mirror Looking at your reflection A manic facsimile stuck in stasis Heaven is just a dream away Can I get there from here Here I lay in planetary purgatory Staring at stars Self made succubus fist fighting mortality Earthbound angels with casket consequences Seek a piece of heaven Your place in the sun Midnight mea culpa....
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American FiendThis is the American Dream Swallowed Injected Smoked Snorted Defy gravity on voodoo vacations Inside your mind Measured in kilograms milligrams Get a seat next to god in economy class Looking for that mega blast that don't last But rocks your kness Make your nose bleed Then you come back for more I am a whore for the American Dream The abundance of nothing I am the American Fiend I brought what the Man was selling Greasy hypodermic hypocrisy One nation under the influence Pushing pills for your ills On primetime television Mass medication Thank you for your participation Your Oxy anticipation Your Opiate allegiance To physical transactions Sexual interactions of the young black and aimless Babie... |
Blues Man Pt. 1I gotta train to catch I hear it coming Sitting on a rusty bench in Natchez Mississppi Waiting for the iron horse Red dust cling to my my Florsheim heels One step from the plantation My blues on a string Juke joint preachin Sing blasphemous sermons amplified Making loose women tap painted toes Deep down south Cotton and the Klan grow out the ground I learned to get down On Guitar and Gin Brought a one way ticket to Chicago Running from Mississippi I hear that train coming Heading up north That horn hollering in the distance I gotta train to catch Goin up north Tired of greens and gristle Swing low sweet chariot Maybe I'll buy a Lincoln sedan Blacker than me In Chicago Land Find me a sophisticated lady Who like how I squeeze six strings A note from n... |
CivilizedI am trying to be civil Sensible As you say civilized I am a creation of your civilization I am the negro you need The nigg*r when you don't Moral whiplash last longer than the birth of a nation I am a creation of your civilization How many shovels can you dig this with I am The stranger in your bedroom closet I am The stranger in your bed I know you sleep with hatred I tried to be civil Sensible Martin Luther King dignified Skinny tie soliloquy Waiting for you to be civilized Let me slip into something more comfortable I love the lie you told me You came to civilize Cuz I was uncivilized You fed me bible and bullsh!t Which I devoured A... |
American IdolsCue the music Strike up the band Manufacture the tears Manufacture the cheers Sanctified in sequins lowercase lords At the church of artificial gods Superficial skin deep mini dieties and divas own the stage Man made light illuminate singers of sad songs for fame The whole world knows your name Praying to posters for penitence You can't touch your Gods Look but don't touch Six degrees of separation A universe divided between followers and the followed Dancing the latest dance Singing the latest song Wearing the latest clothes Pitiful puppets with no strings attached Who do you love What do you love Worship at the high definition 4K altar of sight sound and sex appeal Who do you love What do you love Praise lab grown petri dish distractions So called superstars run rough shod through id... |
The Object of Desire (Poem inspired by the book The Delectable Negro)We are the object of desire Melanin men spindled and folded into robes of gold Whipped black backs on display hanging from trees For all the world to see The strange business of bodies as a commodity Sexual oddity Sorrow sold to the highest bidder We are the objects of deviant desire Black breeding Black seeding White needing A sick skin fetish Massa did'nt make love He made babies Mullato mandingos infected with the blood of perdition Athletic ex Africans play on manicured plantation fields With numbers on their backs Others with numbers under their chins Playing the same game Our skin belongs to them Their sin belongs to us Photogenic negroes smile as flesh and blood ebony trophies Feeding frenzied fantasies Watching buck naked nigg*rs<... |
The Road Part 2Matthew 7:13-14 For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction Narrow the road that leads to life only a few find it.... And so it goes This road cuts deep in the soles of my feet Granite pebbles pierce my soul Walk a thousand miles on a promise Misplaced faith made me wander A vagabond on the road No rest for the weary I travel backstreets searching for salvation A piece of Jesus in my pocket The Devil riding shotgun I limp on I limp on The road hurts my pride I swallow spit and solitude I send a telegraph to my legs to keep moving The road lives under my feet Uneven sufaces sacrafice my sins And so it goes The road Reality under my feet Reminding me of the past present and future I carry emotional baggage on br... |
The SicknessIt begins with a cough Low grade fever Night sweats Diarrhea of the mouth Also known as talking shi*t Throwing up lies Vomiting untruths Regurgitating hate The Sickness It lingers in the air Lives on door knobs Bathroom walls And leather living rooms The Sickness Killed JFK Killed MLK Upper respiratory allegory Infects the angels of our conscious The Sickness Burned crosses The Sickness Crucified Christ The Sickness Living in blood streams Mass murder day dreams Jim Jones hallucinating into the messiah Passing out cyanide suicide kool-aid communion No cure for the cultural concubines Who lay down with the dogs of war No vaccination No transfusion The Sic... |