Sheathed Slave

Holy misery ecstatic looking through my African history,

Violent hands replaced by heartfelt poetic calligraphy.

I blow brown blunts to the brim,

Visiting my ancestors souls wondering where did all of this begin?

Poetry bellowed recited through enslaved lungs,

Released through the air for which hope God has brung.

They ask me how I feel? I answer by yelling my poetry not by whispering a Gun.

Because violence shadows the power u can do replaced by your thumb,

Literate literacy eclipses maniacal enemies.

By the ink shed emotions exited by me,

Jocular vibrating unlocking shackles, throwing blows indirectly.

Singing songs to eclipse thy greed because key is power & power is the key,

Vicious smirks to kill our souls & bind down our feet.

No not today we are strong & free,

And no one will never make me exhaust the slave that lives within me.

Dedicated- to all the slaves who kept they heads up no matter what misery and violence they may have encountered through slavery or segregation.

Dedicated- To all the Negro leaders who fought for our freedom and our well being and died in the process to help guide the light to a more equal way of living. Now we are finally living up 2 the Constitution.

Oh yeah also dedicated to the white slave owners, you didn't break us!!!!!!! U can't break us!!!!! And u never will break us!!!!!! The only way we are gonna be terminated is through our self inflicted genocide, stop the violence and gather together. They want us to fall, they look at us and call us a nigger and say we are no good, show them other wise. Make something out yourselves because no one is destined to fail in life no matter of sex, color, greed, sexual preference or religion. Break the slave mind and continue to reach 4 your goals and dreams.