1800
Deeper in the woods the symmetrical trap of hitting your head,
Escaping the plantation only to find it was led,
Into the measurements of what is to come,
For that same reason you stayed at home,
Knowing that the minority is just the man they have,
Hatched for the excitement of taking a jab,
This generation still has a lot of old shoes,
Happy they received from down home blues,
It is not that children don’t see the adults,
Yet when one makes a mistake the rest come up,
So it is that mama says “just play”,
And so it is that stupid you the man you say,
Until it is time for you to show power,
Then you are running from hours to hours,
It isn’t prejudice that really really,
It’s the lead of stakes that kill so many,
But loud in this day she says u don’t have anything to worry about,
But judging from my reaction you have less to be proud around,
Unfortunately, the appearance is not from the dregs,
Now just a book and a token for legs,
In your mind that is all they see,
Lightskin vs. dark African and a little bit of indian,
I cant tell you how much is lost,
Mainly because lightskin black power is still the cost,
And who does the stone come from than no other,
The wielding machete of my so called black mother.
