Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Wipe not only the blood from your nose,
But the tears from your eyes,
Wipe the lies, the bounds and the ties,
Wipe the the fake and start to improvise.
Remember your past, but learn from it and let it go,
Don't let it slow you down, nor bring you down,
Because you're mighty, you're blessed and through God you're strong.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Are we free, maybe, maybe not,
To look alot and see the plot that's keeping us down,
It's too much.
Yes in a world to go and do as we wish, but under rules of supremacy, Lead by poppetry,
Under the administration of Fraudulent Liabilities.
One wrong step in freedom and we're set to life, shot or sliced, electrocuted, despite the fight
We fight to have equal rights, it doesn't change because in the end we're wrong and never right, dead or alive, serving 25 years to life for what?
For speaking the truth and voicing our facts and not choosing to hide.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Free yet not, imprisoned yet can still get shot,
Enslaved no longer but it's like enslavement in the free world, documenting a real swirl of lost lives of black men, women, boys and girls that stand firm with pure heart,
Yet they were killed, plucked out like tree worms.
We're all people, with the breath of life,
That no man can give, but yet they take like it just a bus giving a free ride.
Yet we rise high and higher, proclaiming our crown,
Turning black broken frowns into smiles through tough battles and many ups and downs.
Yet enslavement is no longer an issue?

Enslavement is no longer the issue!
****** nose black boy, here take the tissue,
Don't forget to wipe away the pain, just don't wipe away the memories of the ancestry that clear the path for us, nor the ones who were killed in seeking the somewhat freedom we have,
Not forgetting the white men who stand by our sides, understanding that it don't matter if you black or white,
We all humans and deserve a chance to enjoy the light.
But it's like their work was in vain because here we are again and again and again facing pain,
And all we want is to be released from their shackles, their bounds and chains,
Why can't they let us be free once again.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here have a tissue.
Many may say they know us but understanding is greater than knowledge, because to gain knowledge you must first understand,
So understand take it as a chain of command, let us not fall but stand and keep our heads up above the sand,
But be vigilant and watch the plots and plans.
Because enslavement is no longer the issue and don't throw away the tissue, remember what you wiped and always keep it with you.

Intrigue me, no wait, no sorry,
Am not baffled, despite the world deceive me,
Boy not even grown, only ten,
Mother's son want to live no more.
Standing on a broken forefront,
Of a high tower,
The boy is under the ticking
Clock.
The clock strikes nine,
The boy life flash before his eyes,
Fill with tears and contempt,
He made his mind up to jump to
Death.

No!!
Make sense out of this before you
Jump,
Don't rush, don't shake nor stump.
Only ten and you wanna die, sister falls, big brother crawls and mather cry,
He said my father is not here never will be because he died.
Leaving me inna world after so much torture and abuse.

Look me in the eyes, and tell me not to cry,
Or "Don't worry boy" it would be fine.
Oh do it and don't you lie, I have no pride, my childhood yet early manhood taken tragic the scare upon my soul.
Deep he cut, deep he injured my poor fragile life,
My mind now know too much pain for it's age,
And my heart knows too much sorrow before it's stage.
Let me jump, let me meet him and look him in the face,
The face of a drunk, disgraceful liar,
Who prey upon the little children,
So defenceless, mostly weak.
A catastrophic stature of hatred and grievance in my little heart,
Ain't my father suppose to teach,
Instead he broke me apart.

Tick tock, time is passing, clock keeps ticking, child keeps subbing.
As help rush, with such pace,
Like lightening from the sky they went up the tower,
The boy's power, lessens by the hour, his pressure drops then rise,
Like yeast in flour,
Suicide, no premeditated manslaughter,
The boy under the ticking Clock, rain pours down, what an unholy
Shower.
Tock, the clock strikes six, the heavens opens, car doors closes
The press cameras captures,
Stumble raptures of poor Casper's little light slowly dims.
While he falls to uncertainty below all pain and unexpectations.
No more to be, pain from daddy yet he went brave to meet,
News day and ah new day, such a
Terrible sight,
He died in such terrible way
On the headline, the newspaper it say,
Boy under the ticking Clock

Thank
God
For the
Day,
And
Thank
God
For the
Night,
Thank
God
For the
Wrongs,
And
Thank
God
For the
Rights,
No
Man is
Alone,
Nor
No
Man is
Alright,
But
God
Giveth life
So
Thank
God
For the
Light.

I rather be alone,
My heart hit rock bottom,
Now it's cold.
I feel young, strong, dumb, useless, numb.
I feel permanently damaged,
But temporarily healed.
No big deal I feel the solitude.
I love the solitude, I am the solitude,
Less likes, more views,
Less stay, more leave,
No need, no need.
Am weird I know,
My heart's big, it glows,
But my inner self is broken
It won't show,
Sometimes I just cry to let my tears flow and let the pain go.
But it won't,
It never will,
It only kills me slow,
Like brittle bones, tough stones hit,
Leaving tears that fall like snow.
I need love, I need loyalty,
But all I get is heart break and dishonesty.
Have me doubting myself,
My strength, my health,
Like am I enough,
Am I worth it,
Am I even important,
What am I even here for,
I love making others smile but apparently the better joy of some is when I cry.
I rather be alone.
Solitude,
The multitude of many moods.
Or maybe someday that perfect person will come,
She may leave like the rest,
But I don't think I care anymore,
I'm getting used to depression and distress.
Why do I feel alone yet amongst many, why is my eyes filled and my cup's empty,
Why are good people abuse
I don't know,
Can't say,
But hey this is my solitude.

I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.

Seven Seven no Six Six The devil's son did a flip kick, Dromos smiles and sits quick as Lilith falls back smudging her lipstick. God laughs saying "who would have thought this", that man down fall would be so bliss to Devil eyes such a Netflix.

But get this you see the moon right, with its great form and moonlight, but far away it's just a moon site with no friends but stars you get the mood right. Some lonely ****, some deep holy pit, such as the hole we dig same as the hole we slipped.

The Devil's moon shines on man's night like a God eye that never cease sight, that never blinks or move or even sleep tight but red glows in the midnight. I am a mɪskrɪəntz just like you are, no where near and no where far, but it's more stuck on me burning like hot tar, I would spare your life but I want to leave a scar.

I am Heaven found but Hell bound with a broken heart and a dead hound. No light house, just dead sounds with dead bodies spread out like chewing gum. See saw, I saw to be fore seen, broken bones, blood spills like crack cups leaks coffee. See the moonlight, lies because the moon's dull like a rusty blade with three lines call it a three line.