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Sometimes I dream to fly away, just give my soul a release, witness so many die away, I pray they souls rest in peace, lord knows it hard I cant deny, so I stay holding my piece, I mix brown skinned Egyptians , with proud men with convictions, they unite, then I write, these vivid town penned descriptions, of life at a standstill, for wife's who need a man still, and cats on spots tooting hop, I understand why they kill, peep the magnitude of my gift, could bring your attitude a lift, surrounded by smoke in sollitude I just drift, cause through struggle this seed came, from dark lands where they bead chains, aint it funny what greed change, I just watch as we breed pain, but cant neglect what I respect, so I succeed and maintain, to praise Allah by any name, he feeds my heart, and my brain
Asleep I hear drums playing, wake up to hear guns spraying, see little girls who own the world with pierced tongues steady straying, to see them learn is so rare ,to busy perming they hair, living life like free birds, no concerns', and no cares, her team hip and they floss, beauty extreme in lip gloss, used to fill up all my dreams, but life flipped and she lost, to earths oldest profession, I'm gold boldest reflection, through this handsome Black boy this here's his coldest confession, call it fate that some kill, some get life while some appeal, its all apart of my heart, though taught to hate I love still
Picture the way slaves prayed, see the world slaves made, then taste the ocean full of tears from the first slave trade, I watch as emulated sin, gets done by castrated men, nightly beatings on his wife, but what he hate is within, for some its hard to be a man, without a nine in your hand, look deep and my soul weep, cause I define this whole land, from the traps set by Pharaoh, to the wings that flap on sparrows, even the guns my people clap instead of sharpened up arrows, its two sides to every story, keep your pride it's mandatory, My Make Up is Life, where Kings reside they adore me.
By Andre Thomas
