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Big Virge Oct 2020
Now We May Have Had...
......... A FEW........ !!!

Who Were Seen As...
........ “ COOL “........
Who Made Positive Moves...
To Uplift Black Groups...

But Here Is The TRUTH... !!!

Those of Us With DARK SKIN...
Are NOT Treated LiKE KINGS... !!!

We’re Just USED And ABUSED... !!!

And Then Used To CONFUSE...
About The... VALUE...
of Our Skin With DARK HUES...

Because PROMINENCE ISN’T...
What We Have Been Given... !!!

When It Comes To Our WOMEN...
And... Leaders Positions... !!!

I Guess I’ve ALWAYS Known...
When It Comes To... **’s...
DEEP DOWN In My Soul... !!!

How Things REALLY Do GO...
When It Comes To Prejudice...
That A Lot of Folks Hold... !!!!!

We DARK FOLKS Are Just JOKES...
For Those With Light Skin Tones... !!!

Who Seem Happy To LAUGH... !?!

About... How DARK We ARE... !!!
How We Are LOWER CLASS... !!!

And WON'T Get Some HOT ***...
Without A... Light Skin Pass... !?!

They Run Talk That Is FARCE...
On Our... IGNORANT Past... !!!

And Our... Present One Too... !?!
But Some Truth Is Now Due... !!!!!

About The ABUSE...
That Goes Far And Beyond...
The SAME Old ISSUES...
of How... Colonial Crews......

... Apparently Made...
Blacks Deal In SELF HATE... ?!?

When... EVEN Today...
There Are Nightclubs Around...

ALL Over The Place...
That... CLAIM To Play...

... “ URBAN Music “...
For Us Blacks To Get Down...

Where Those With DARK SKINS...
... THICK HIPS and Big Lips...
CAN’T EVEN GET IN...
Unless They Are... RICH... !!!

And These Are Things...
That Have ALWAYS Been... !!!
Part of Places Like Bim’...
Or YES... Barbados... !!!.

Where Clubs Like...
... “ Harbour Lights “...
Have Been DEFINED...
To Me By... BAJAN Minds...

As A Place...
That Should Be Named...

As Being Harbour WHITES... !!!

Because Light Skinned Flavours...
Are STILL Those Favoured...
As Being Much GREATER...

Than US Melanin Kings... ?!?

Are Blacks Acting On THIS... ?
So That These Clubs DON’T Exist... ?

Because... In My Opinion...
These Light Skinned Dominions...

Should Be...
... SHAMED And DISGRACED...
For Being That Way In The Modern Age... !!!!

But The TRUTH Is THIS... !!!

A Lot of Light Skinned Minds...
As Well As DARK Tribes...
Really Like To Play BLIND...

And Run ALL Kinds of LINES...
About... SLAVERY VIBES...

That Make CLAIMS...
... “That It’s Whites “...

Who’ve CORRUPTED Our Minds...
To Cause... INTERNAL Fights... !!!

There’s NO DOUBT That They HAVE  ... !!!

INDEED Built Strands...
That Have HURT Africans...
And DIVIDED Black Clans... !!!

But Look Around NOW...
Are We STILL UNABLE... ?!?
To... REMOVE Their Fables...
About Our DARK SKINS... !!!
When We’re Melanin Kings... ?!?

Especially When...
It Comes To The Names...
Who Were Quick To Trade...
Black People As Slaves...
To Those With Pale Face...
Who Were QUICK To Deal With...
Africans With... LIGHT Skin... ?!?

Take A Moment To THINK...
BEFORE Yes... ANSWERING... !!!

And Let Me Ask You All...
.......... THIS........ !!!!!

If We Now Ask Women...
Who They Find ATTRACTIVE... ?

When It Comes To Our Skins...
It Seems To Be These White Chicks...

Who Have The Least Melanin...
Who Are QUICK To LICK...
And Jump On Some DARK ****... !!!

And EVEN Have Some MIXED Raced KIDS...
Who Have YUP... LIGHT Skins... !?!
Because They’re The... HOT THING... !!!

Which Is Why They’re Now Seen...
So PREVALENTLY On Our TV Screens... !!!

Now Of Course Within SPORT...

Because RECESSIVE Genes...
AREN'T A Part of Our Being... !!!!

Dark Skins Are A FORCE...
As They ARE Now In... ****...

Where Girls Wanna Be BLACKED... !!!
Because They’re Earning Cash...
For Now Bedding Black Man... !!!

I DON’T Hear Any Blacks...
Really Speaking On THAT... ?!?

ESPECIALLY These...
AFRICAN Americans... ?!?

It’s Pretty Clear That NUFF’ Blacks...
Are Simply... FULL of CRAP... !!!

When It Comes Down To WHO...
They Choose To... INCLUDE...
Within Their... “ COOL Crews “...

Where TRIBALISM Is Used...
To Create These ISSUES...

But We’re... “ Melanin Kings “... !?!

When Our FAMOUS Names...
Have LIGHT Skin INGRAINED... ?
From Marley To Manley...
To... Haile Selassie...

And Now The Don Lemons...
Are... Public Addressing...
And Clearly Are STRESSING...
That Black Folks Should LESSEN...

Their Talk That’s Suggesting...
That Black Lives Should Matter...
WHENEVER Their Shattered... !!!!

Even When There’s NO CAMERAS...
To... CAPTURE And SPLATTER...
The... RACISM FACTOR... !!!

Where White Folks Embrace...
HATRED For DARK Face... !!!

And Now We Have DRAKE...
Who Is Now Seen As GREAT...
AHEAD of Big Daddy Kane... ?!?

From... F1 Chicanes...
To These Girls Gaining Fame...

Where Are All THESE KINGS...
Who Have THIS... MELANIN... ?!?

It’s An Interesting Thing...
DON’T They All Have...

.... Light Skin.... ?!!!?

And Now Michael Holding...
Who INDEED Was A KING...
When It Came To Bowling... !!!

Has Broke Down CRYING... !!!
About HATRED WITHIN...
Those Within His OWN Kin...
Who DESPISED DARK SKIN... !?!

No Wonder Poor Garvey...
Was Made To Leave Smartly... !!!

While Now A Man With MY SKILL...
When It Comes To Words Built...
of THIS... Poetic ILK... !!!

CAN’T Even Get PAID...
For My Melanin Brain... ?!?
In This... “ BLM Age “... ?!?

Aren’t These Things Somewhat STRANGE... ?!?

I Guess I Must Be...
A Black Who Now Needs...
To Learn My History...

When My REALITY...
Has CLEARLY PROVEN To ME... !!!

That My Black Skin...
Is... NOT Something...
That Could Ever Make Me...

Be A...

... “Melanin King”... !!!
Funny how THIS Stuff, NEVER seems to come up, in all the fancy talk, in, Black History Month !?!
I.
My face resembles your face
less and less each day. When I was young
no one mistook whose child I was.
Features build coloring
alone among my creamy fine-***** sisters
marked me Byron's daughter.

No sun set when you died, but a door
opened onto my mother. After you left
she grieved her crumpled world aloft
an iron fist sweated with business symbols
a printed blotter dwell in the house of Lord's
your hollow voice changing down a hospital corridor
     yea, though I walk through the valley
     of the shadow of death
     I will fear no evil.

II.
I rummage through the deaths you lived
swaying on a bridge of question.
At seven     in Barbados
dropped into your unknown father's life
your courage vault from his tailor's table
back to the sea.
Did the Grenada treeferns sing
your 15th summer as you jumped ship
to seek your mother
finding her     too late
surrounded with new sons?

Who did you bury to become the enforcer of the law
the handsome legend
before whose raised arm even trees wept
a man of deep and wordless passion
who wanted sons and got five girls?
You left the first two scratching in a treefern's shade
the youngest is a renegade poet
searching for your answer in my blood.

My mother's Grenville tales
spin through early summer evenings.
But you refused to speak of home
of stepping proud Black and penniless
into this land where only white men
ruled by money. How you labored
in the docks of the Hotel Astor
your bright wife a chambermaid upstairs
welded love and survival to ambition
as the land of promise withered
crashed the hotel closed
and you peddle dawn-bought apples
from a push-cart on Broadway.

Does an image of return
wealthy and triumphant
warm your chilblained fingers
as you count coins in the Manhattan snow
or is it only Linda
who dreams of home?

When my mother's first-born cries for milk
in the brutal city winter
do the faces of your other daughters dim
like the image of the treeferned yard
where a dark girl first cooked for you
and her ash heap still smells of curry?

III.
Did the secret of my sisters steal your tongue
like I stole money from your midnight pockets
stubborn and quaking
as you threaten to shoot me if I am the one?
The naked lightbulbs in our kitchen ceiling
glint off your service revolver
as you load     whispering.

Did two little dark girls in Grenada
dart like flying fish
between your averted eyes
and my pajamaless body
our last adolescent summer?
Eavesdropped orations
to your shaving mirror
our most intense conversations
were you practicing how to tell me
of my twin sisters     abandoned
as you had been abandoned
by another Black woman seeking
her fortune     Grenada     Barbados
Panama     Grenada.
New York City.

IV.
You bought old books at auctions
for my unlanguaged world
gave me your idols Marcus Garvey Citizen Kane
and morsels from your dinner plate
when I was seven.
I owe you my Dahomeyan jaw
the free high school for gifted girls
no one else thought I should attend
and the darkness that we share.
Our deepest bonds remain
the mirror and the gun.

V.
An elderly Black judge
known for his way with women
visits this island where I live
shakes my hand, smiling.
"I knew your father," he says
"quite a man!" Smiles again.
I flinch at his raised eyebrow.
A long-gone woman's voice
lashes out at me in parting
"You will never be satisfied
until you have the whole world
in your bed!"

Now I am older than you were when you died
overwork and silence exploding your brain.
You are gradually receding from my face.
Who were you outside the 23rd Psalm?
Knowing so little
how did I become so much
like you?

Your hunger for rectitude
blossoms into rage
the hot tears of mourning
never shed for you before
your twisted measurements
the agony of denial
the power of unshared secrets.
Quentin Briscoe Nov 2012
Extra Extra ...Read all about it!!!..The time for the righteous ***** is dead...You claim Your stature of limitations..But all you got is knowledge...Let me reconstruct the past...That the ones you preaching to don't see...Slavery...to share croppers.. to steal mill workers...Cotton pick en...to bootleg ‘en...to crack rock..**** ‘en...They got Aids from monkeys..So lets give it to all the monkeys..They know to much lets bury the smart ones under all the dummies...Rise up you righteous *** Shabazz..With more medals then Marcus Garvey...but this dispositions is thicker than the stash on Steve Harvey. Cuz the kids they love the Wiz...and all the green he smoke...Forget the yellow brick road...its these white bricks they see as Gold...But you so righteous with black power on Your bumper sticker...And so sweet that your water start to be thicker...then blood...with a hood that attack your own progression..You Been righteous for so long..with hope you feel depression..that you accuse your brother of mental retardation...urban gentrification...when he still live in the same house he did the year before...but you been moved to the east side on the top floor..You righteous *** ***** you been pronounced dead...back when them bombs hit over Bagdad...they waved the white flag..but you just made it easy...cuz you still so righteous...you done Got Fat, Turned Gay...and rallying for pride marches...Cuz you don’t know what else to do...your time is over..Them black cats use to be panthers, now you dress them up...and placed us all in a new minority...just to keep your righteous priority...Are You still looking East, or have you finally excepted the West..
There Is Slavery in Mauritania
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; [email protected])

There are black slaves in Mauritania
Indentured Patel Slaves in India
Black Slaves in Mali
Black Slaves in Nigeria
Black Slaves in Niger
White Slaves in Russia
Muslim slaves in Senegal
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

Today, December 2013
There are black slaves in Mauritania
serving the white Berbers
Toiling from morning to late evening
working under desert sun like soulless beasts
with no single pay, with no human dignity
there are black slaves in Mauritania.

Let us all go slowly and slowly to fight
In the Islamic city of Nouakchott
To demolish evil monuments of slavery
With our entire human mighty let us fight
With our blood, sweat and soul
Fight slavery the human vice in Mauritania
Free them all black slaves to freedom
Black moor, black Africans, Afro-Mauritanians
From the shackles of slavery to white Berbers,
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

There are women in slavery in Nouakchott
Herding camels and goats, donkeys and mules
Black women ***** in the field alongside animals
Enslaved women ***** in the field as children look
Black women ***** in the field as goats and sheep watch
Black women of Mauritania are in deep tribulation
All their pregnancies a protégé of white ****
No child of love, wedlock or out of romance
There are black slaves in Mauritania

There are a million black slaves in Mauritania
Some know of their fate some know not
Their doom of chattel slavery
Where man is sold away like a wooden spoon
Away to a willing buyer a slave is sold
Away to a fellow slave master man is donated
As a wedding gift or a birthday token
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

When a white Berber king dies
The journey before him is long and arduous
The journey to heaven is long indeed
He can’t go alone he needs a hand
Two live slaves are buried along with him
The slave master the white Berber
To provide hand and service to the master off to heaven
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

In the city of Nouakchott Muslim enslave Moslem
Against the holy law of Mohammed,
As long as they are black Africans and moors
Islam is neither fortress nor succor for them
Against the racist urge for enslavement
White Berbers the rich of Nouakchott
Enslave Black Muslim and half Black Muslim
There are black slaves in Mauritania.

It is true god of Christians and Allah of Moslem
Owe apology to enslaved black humanity
God and Allah should apologize to Africanity
God said, Jews can **** a non Jewish slaves is no sin
Albeit, killing a Jewish slave is sin
Jews only to be slaves for seven years
That, slaves venerate your masters
That, non-Jewish slaves are in life slavery
Their sire slaves of the master
Jewish slaves give birth to children
Non-Jewish slaves give birth to slaves
Allah said, Muslim can enslave all non Muslims
O! Africa! There are black slaves in Mauritania.

Liberated slaves of Mauritania go back
In the sand dunes and dents of slavery
Teach your folks both master and slaves
The fruit of freedom from religious utopia
Tell the slaves to ignore the Quran and the Bible
For these are none other than handmaids of slavery
Stupid bliss, blind faith, O! Archaic pusillanimity
there is black slaves in Mauritania.

Let the slaves read and teach others to read
Fanon Omar the son of Algeria
Walter Rodney son of Guyana
Aime Cesaire son of the north
Ousmane of Senegal the wood of Islam
Amilcar Cabral the verdant cape
Malcolm X and Paul Freire, pedagogy of slavery
Marcus Garvey and The black souls of W Dubois
There are black slaves in Mauritania

For me and my house I stand for freedom
For me and my house I stand for human dignity
For me and my house I stand for diversity in humanity
For me and my house I will never enslave a fellow human being
For me and my house I better serve Marxism down to my infinity
Other than flirting with christo-islamic glorification of slavery
Slaves in Mauritania have tyranny of numbers over the Berbers
Stand up and fight the few slave drivers in Mauritania
There are black slaves in Mauritania.
Travis Frank Sep 2016
Just past the Rastafarian berry tree
Where bully beef boys tattooed their love’s names
On the tree’s outstretched arms,
A forgotten remnant lay
In relic and rot, its air choked with damp mildew and dust.

Not wishing to join Garvey’s gang
Or bow before Selassie’s seat,
I left Jah’s clenched jig hanging,
Allowed the inkers to indent incessantly,
Going solo into the house of rubble.

What a treasure!
From smudged, stale mascara,
The aged beauty’s heavy, dim eyes
Cast dim shadows on her rough, ***** neck
On which I now trod barefoot.

Her necklace of knackered newspapers
Hollered hoarsely through the overlying cardboard boxes,
Lowly lisping, ”Sovereign shed my lady once was
And shall forever more remain. Look not at her wilted skin –
Consider only this immortal necklace and live forever therein.”
welcome to houston texas
we roll swangas n swishers
we might hit cha
with the torch
if ya dont know where ya stand
in the ghetto we never let go
of painful memories
we got brothers get shot by cops
to brothers getting got
by they own i try not to led a path of sin on my own
phone home
soon to be at the crossroads
knockin at thugs mansion door
got **** how did i get smoked
i thought i was backed by my locs
now im sittin with malcolm
and martin n garvey
enjoying a smoke
wish i could reach deep into the pains
of black folks brain
and let em know
we used to be kings n queens
but **** dont flipped
once they change the color of the script
but ***** i peep game since i was embryo
last of a dying breed corrupt seed
we can changr indeed
we just gotta change waht our minds feed
but we too intrigue
from the worlds scent
a ghetto ih


now that've got your intention
lets form a syndication
reform strategize black nation
we all brothers from haitan to jamacian makin
nothing but flawless beats
smokin swisher sweets at the swap meet
or better yet the bayou classic
listenin to magic
1 0 2 point one everybody having fun
without the use of a gun
buts ther3s always one
that wanna start ****
got his wig split
now take a picture for yo casket
wish times wasnt so hard
but im always on the guard
sneaky *** white supremacy
pushin gay antics
miss with that semantic
yall aint slick
so let me hit ya with some of the realist
rhymes that make up for the crimes cuz im
tired of this ****** poor livin
everyday sinning
no winning stuck at a permenant loss
but somehow my soul still grows
even though the world be a ghetto the ghetto
it all started when i signed the contract
i knew i was ****** just cuz im black
fresh in its like a jail cell with no bail stepped into a world with no feelings
no heart apart
from this contract i got a duffle bag m 16 rifle
Told mama im.goin' to war
she dont understand i may come back in a box hard to dodge the ****
of the government over here
fightin' for some silly *** oil
negoitating with the enemy
but at the same time i am the enemy? United states burnin' up country while we workin' for free
got **** congress makin' millions more times than me
they say it aint a conspiracy?
they say i think too much and that my feelings touched
cuz i been in combat but truth is
they dont want your kids
to know the difference between reality n illusion is but
i say **** the press the army and im coming back vicious revenge
is delicious malicious
acts been done since man crawled out the sand pit times tickin'
grease the c.o.p so gun dont start trippin' and im still.wonderin'
will i escape the pain and misery the governments done to me and my comraderie
we earned the title of a vet
but they pawn us as trophies they get good publicity
sayin' we winnin' the war
when the war is at home rights being takin' every single day CIA Linked with the NSA no more private security
what the ******* think an IP is?
watchin' over us scared of us cuz of a revolution may bust out the cobb webbs been meaning to do this art is a reflection of reality i callit how i see why so many of military corps endin' up in the penitentiary?
cuz fools is pickin' truth over a numbered name excercisin' rights brings society pain got all the conservatives goin' insane
these muthaphukkas know the real
but they braille with they mass appeal startin' race riots white vs black black vs mexican
nigguhs u aint a American
ya stolen
secret society dont want us in unity
so do what the ******* want to embrace ?Crowleys tactics ?
use that black magic and watch em go in flames
use frankincense and myrhh to focus my brain
i got wealths no riches
nigguhs cant put a price on a mind
im the son of garvey malcolm even that crazy boy Carlin
as long as they stand for true
imma stand with you
army fatigue galore guns indeed
breakin' the demons seeds
that was planted long ago in the garden of eden
serpents been on earth since
darkness was first they had to separate dark from the light wrong from right
now that im out on bail
the military losin' there sight too focused on drug cartels
when they ones who sail
the dope in but the hood gets the pen? ultimate perdition folks in the senate listenin' say its us but we ain't got no passports why the **** they hidin gold at the fort?
Knox imagine that if we were to overpower the system the wouldnt have no choice but to listen they silence the powerful voices that influence minds
fools stay on yo grind
and so what even though my comments is being recorded and audit
but im at peace with self i dont see sunshine cuz its shorted
now take this to the daily news
so these public speakers can report it uh
Reece Apr 2013
Blessed Love My Lord and Empress

Praise be to Haile Selassie I
Raise me from Earth's ashes
Sacrament to Jah, my soul sings
Your son I praise him, Haile Selassie I

Garvey come and spread word, glorious words
Freedom of a people, Zion land, it waits with love
Praise be to Talaqu Meri, let his lands grow green
His Imperial Majesty, walk with me

Empires dazzle eyes, black Empress at the steps
Her robe draped with tender caress, love, Jah
Prophet man sing, rasta man sing, we all love Jah
In death Haile Selassie I looks over I and I, love Jah
Over Babylon the skies rain freedom on Jah people
In my Father's house are many mansions.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
I'm a black man , I'm the essence of toughness
My roots are deep like the mighty baobab tree
Once a chained slave, today I stand in greatness
I'm a black man , I'm a proud man and I'm free .

I'm a black man , once the master's possession
I have scars stamped to my soul but I'm free
Once a cotton picker , I now have a profession
I'm a black man , a very proud man and I'm here.

I m a black man , the first born of mama Ebone
The black Goddess , the true mother of humanity
Once upon a time in jubaru, I sat upon a throne
Where my queens and warriors all lived in unity.

I'm a black man, I will always be the best runner
Shoot me if you will but my black soul fears no guns
Once like Garvey, today like Usine and Obama , I'm a winner
I'm a free black man and my soul hosts a thousand suns .
If Heaven is pure and white , just like Obama added some Blackness to the White House , me and my black soul will be in Heaven too !
Mio Seanachaidh Jun 2017
“If you are silent about your pain, they’ll **** you and say you enjoyed it.” - Zora Neale Hurston

The older we become the more often karma comes to visit.

"Life can be a ***** but you got to be tough and kick its ***!"

Love is a storm of intense feelings

“Prejudice is like the old skin of a snake. It has to be removed bit by bit.”

"It is better to be alone than to be in bad company.” - Booker T. Washington

“The more you know of your history, the more liberated you are." - Maya Angelou

“A culture is a total way of life."

“God and Nature first made us what we are, and then out of our own created genius we make ourselves what we want to be." - Marcus Garvey

“Never forget that intelligence rules the world and ignorance carries the burden." - Marcus Garvey

“The only protection against INJUSTICE in man is POWER".

“A man’s bread and butter is only insured when he works for it.” - Marcus Garvey

“Your crown has been bought and paid for. All you must do is put it on.” - James Baldwin

"Where hate flourishes, all are corrupted. Where injustice reins, all are unequal.”

“The hardest work in the world is being out of work.”

“History teaches us that unity is strength, and cautions us to submerge and overcome our differences in the quest for common goals".

“The oppressed will always believe the worst about themselves.”

“Leadership does not mean *******.”

“…The truth itself does not have any name on it. And each man has to find it for himself."

“Sometimes it’s worse to win a fight than to lose.” - Billie Holiday

“Ethnicity should enrich us; it should make us a unique people in our diversity and not be used to divide us.”

“Dreams and reality are opposites. Action synthesizes them.”

“The world has improved mostly because unorthodox people did unorthodox things." - Ruby Dee

“Find your voice.”

“The emotional, ******, and psychological stereotyping of females begins when the doctor says: ‘It’s a girl.'” - Shirley Chisholm

"Politics is nothing but war without bloodshed and war is nothing but politics with bloodshed.”

“Memories of our lives, of our works and our deeds will continue in others.” - Rosa Parks
Some quotes for thinking
My favorite poets and literary artists are

Marcus Garvey
James Weldon Johnson
Phillis Wheatley
Langston Hughes
Maya Angelou
Countee Cullen
Paul Laurence Dunbar

These are mine who are yours.
Who are your favorite poets and literary artists.
Got Guanxi Apr 2016
I realised I couldn't make change,
So I stopped trying to make it,
Now I walk past outstretched hands,
Born to make mistakes.

To take the time to discover the world before we lived in today,
That exists before us,
There so much more,
But have those ancestors ever mattered less.
The history lesson
Feels like detention,
People careless now than they ever did before

And that's no metaphor,
For peace or freedom,
Emancipated in the dawn of mind
But will my generation make more change than the one before.

We heard Cassius clay,
Make that change - from his slave name to rounding an army -
Followers Muhammad Ali.

We heard Malcolm X,
Make that change,
People looking at him strange when he took aim at the oppressors.

We heard Marcus Garvey,
Make that change,
Force thoughts through a better day,
To escape that pain.

We all heard Snowden,
Make that change,
Expose the corrupt,
But he's the one they want to put it in to chains.

We heard Bob Marley,
Trying making that change,
Emancipate from mental slavery,
Of the mistakes our ancestors made.

Now it's time for you and I,
To make that change,
Follow in the footsteps that were left to guide the way.
I never normally write like this but it's a random one - not something I rate but the sentiment I hold in high regard
Bunhead17 Dec 2015
They say the 60's was crazy, but the 80's was worse
Crack ****** blacks and gave birth to a curse
The moon's bright, the sky's misty
I know my future 'cuz I know my history
My life predicted by a Gypsy
****** she wrote at the end of the story, the streets get me
That's why I live quickly, and always keep a pistol with me
Ghetto prisons, won't stop fightin' until I'm free
Resident of the city of fallen angels where ****** ain't scared to bleed
If money's the root of all evil, then greed's the seed
This ain't living. We're taking 'cuz ain't nobody givin'
America's a rich man's vision, but a poor man's prison
So don't expect these politicians to give us a *** to **** in
Preacher man, stop preachin', 'cuz ****** ain't finna listen
Folks done lost hope and stopped trying
Life's a ***** from the start
That's why you come out your mama cryin', the world's dyin'
And the people have gone mad
I'll take a **** on the White House and wipe my *** with the flag
When will the evil end?
Too many browns and blacks in the system, victims of legal sin
In court, prayin' for mercy, being condemned by evil men
Ain't no love in the heart of the city
If there's a god, where is he
My homies dyin' over hundreds and fifties
I sit back, sip Cognac, and analyze the situation
Ain't a person alive today that knows the monster we're facing
They crucified Jesus Christ, shot Marcus Garvey for rights
Shot Malcolm X in the chest, gave Nelson Mandela life
Pac died at 25, Biggie died a year younger

All my life's been broke, I'm motivated by my hunger
Told my momma bury me with a .357
Just in case God trips and I don't get into Heaven
If he sends me to Hell, then oh, well
'Cuz I just did 19 years in the ghetto as a black male
And it can't get much harder than that
I had a lot of pain in my heart, that's why I started to rap
See, them other brothers'll make you dance for justice or make you think
While you savin' up for a Bentley, I'm saving up for a tank
Sounds crazy, huh, well that's just the mindset of a soldier
Here's what I see, we're no longer slaves, but we sho' ain't free
So, until I ain't gotta steal and **** for my own folks
Tattooed across my chest are these words I just spoke
Who the **** y'all gon' call
When I break all the laws on behalf of every  **innocent criminal?
- Def Jam Poetry
Always had a black Christmas
Uncle sam used to dissed us
So since im a hellrazor
In the guns we trust bust
At my enemies watch em
Scatter like roaches
Take caution when ya approach
To this **** life
Baby we livin' reckless
Rolex watches and herringbone necklaces
So what if i wear baggy pants
**** the corporate society eyin' me
I got strikes on me
Quick to turn a brother in
Take a guzzle of gin
Until its corner left take a deep breath
Im on my last steps lord forgive
Its the **** in me
Lost so many homies through the years
Sheddin' tattoo tears uh


Now that ive studied
Multiple war strategies
I got less casualties  
My comrades all bad
We raw with our weaponry
No nigguh could ever get to me
Since the covert deception is clear
Im no longer happy here
Faded dreams long live the King
Im speakin' Garvey antics
My tactics are frantic
Never panic
I was made a menace out of wedlock
couldnt focus in the bias schools
So i had to drop
Now im packin' knotted socks
With a pocket full.of.rocks
Quick cash leads to the grave
But how can i find freedom
When im.just a slave?
To the entities that be
And if you expose there secrecy
That label you public enemy
Number sittin' in a jail cell
Or send ya body to hell but i dont yell
The most violence is done silence
While innocents mind being blinded
Respect ya self run ya own ****
And never be apart of the corporate
Or pulpit
Cuz when ya die theyll remember ya name
Then the next day forget  ya name
So i guess ill just weighin' my fears
Strugglin' this for all my homies
Sheddin' tattoo tears
Behind penitentiary steel

Yo
As the world turns
Enter into my mind
Travel through lights speed
With high tokes of weeds
No seeds all o have is a ***** seed
Breeded by slavery
Now lets retrace back before i was black
I was a ****** colored black now african
American
But i claim my identity stolen
Ya gotta call it what it is?
And these suburban kids
Dont know history of america
They the violents ones notorious for loading up the guns
Kkk went to the police force badge n guns
Every time a brother run
He gets shot in the face with a can of mase
Or a bullets hit the face
Closed casket them cold heartless *******
Get away with ******
I ask my homies to get together
But instead we ****** each other
Huh what about june teenth
When supposedly slavery was oppression free?
But im i still see us in slavery mentally
Ch ains still attached to our brains
Cells trapped in an invisible cell
I see hell risin' on earth
Look at the indians n mexicans they got no worth
Now they mad cuz they reclaimong whats theres
In the future seeds will be the heir
**** america im bringing the truth
salute to all my troops
Doing they time you only got one mind
But if you disconnect the main line
You'll open ypur soul to the real ****
And so what if you a revolutionary
You may end up in a casket
Battle the ups n down
Know what goes around comes around


Now that we know the land of the free
Is illegally acquired
My spirits too. Strong to retire
I got fire
In my soul listen to the story being told uh
We got the power to devour
And break the mold
Of the bacteria diseases all man made
And since i cant find the shade
I keep my body in the sunshine
To radiate my senses til my brain pinches
I know every thing is history is lie
Why so many blacks had to die
Blacks invented the elevator ice cream
Stop light stop sign?
But how we get so asinine and rely
On the goverment when Garvey was trying to multiply
Us as a nation three colors for our struggle
Red is blood green is land and black is for the man
Makin' for our hard times this the image
That youngin dont want
They rather listen to corny lyrics
Bang ***** pack guns but scared to pop one
At the enemies frenemies
Open yo eyes up so ypu can see what i see
I see the pain coming to a dead end
Sun wont shine much more
Darkness covered with clouds
Yes i think aloud apply the shroud
Cuz the worlds one big sarcophagus
Waitin for the guns to bust and trust
The day will come cuz we all hellbound
What goes around comes lets get it


Justin Aptaker Aug 2019
i and i wept
by the waters of Knoxville
remembering Zion
repatriation, what a notion
slowly, we came to our senses

the brave new world
closing in around us
we sought our refuge
at the doors of perception

timothy leary and
Marcus Garvey
were on a bad trip
together one day
when it began to snow outside
like grace
from heaven, falling
i was there with them
the angel of death

my thanatalivity
is all i know now
i will make it
to the end
Written ca. 2012
Circle all around me
peep my mastery and mystery
Coming for the enemy
Govs get no love from me so DC
Watch ya back
cuz I'm on the sneak attack
Yea I'm a Hebrew and black
So **** that race card *******
I'm.hitting these verses
Like im in the pulpit
Of the congregation
Form my on syndication
Stand black nation
With my fist in the air I don't care
Who's down for the pair
Cz life really ain't fair
At all I'm on the verge of the revolution
Busting guns is the only solution
While ya whining for rights
I'm trying **** the elite sights
Steadily signing laws away
Can't wait til judgement day
They putting hints all over the news
Planet of the apes was about US fools?
Retalition is in effect
As I wrecks like efx
All I wanna do is boom and a zoom zoom
Just pop my trunk yeah
All of the bodies in scatter
Can't talk with a collapsed bladder
Now ya bleeding all over the pavement
No remorse so **** yo sentiment
Hell sent
As form of an angel
Pull out my bangle here's a New jingle
Sound the war cry
All I see is death in my eye
I'm in the twilight zone on my own
Cuz this world ain't my home
I feel like a prisoner
Trapped mentally in a society
Where I can't break free
But if I got a million rebels with me
We took take down this empire like Garvey
So run run run
Foo ya won't get far
Cuz we just some wicked Hebrews with a muthaphukkin gun
Kabelo Mthembu Nov 2015
Asking questions the answers of life
Peruse helps me to strive
Unique with rustle mind
Fight the dark moving shadow
Innocent Garvey remove the hollow
Strange witness to mellow
Improvise realise the relevance
Be the product and explore the ignorance
Division to find the sense
Walking on the roots of science,
This is identity civilisation
The origin for religion
Forsake spirit solution
Bitter uprising
The double meaning of Timbuktu
To re-evaluate
We infested with small pox
Rise for cultural primitive
Amendment of Shaaban Bin Robert
I want Wallet Vilakazi's ink
To produce life when I think
We live under tamed history
Creating endless unity
Ripped entity.

Written by Kabelo Mthembu
History involved in this writing about Writers and activists that influenced me.
nslc Jul 2017
I want them to look beyond my face and my body
I want them to realize that my best is me at 3:37 am, with a notebook in one hand, a pen in the other, and Charles Mingus playing in the background
I want them to see me
I want them to realize that I am naturally soft spoken but my voice is so powerful sometimes that MLK, Maya Angelou, Marcus Garvey, W. E. B. Du Bois, and Malcolm X themselves take turns looking down from heaven in amazement at the fire my belly has produced
I want them to feel me but not in a ****** way because I get tired of people trying to get inside me and not learn the inside of me
I want them to love me
I want them to love me in a way not even myself can love me because self-love is cool and all but admiration is for my ego and as I look around this late at night I realize one tiny confirmation from ten thousand people means so much more than ten thousand tiny confirmations from myself
Why is that?
I want them to understand me
I want them to be able to look at something I create and it touches their soul they way the person beside them cannot
I want them to rejoice in the sweet hallelujahs of connection but I don't want praises for a God-given talent
I want them to be inspired
I want to move them in a way their teachers never could and the way their parents should
I want to teach them
I want to be able to say a line the aligns with the situation that's dwelling in their hearts as they look with glistening eyes waiting for the solution I cannot fully give away to them yet
They must hang on to my every word, following my movements with the sway of their bodies until I tell them the golden word that will spark that change for them
I want them to listen
God, I hope they listen
Because being a black girl in the ghetto with depression no one would listen to cries I often let out
No one would pay attention to the warning signs I would give them
I was told to get over it and it would pass but years have passed and it's still here
I want them to pay attention
To the tone of my voice that indicates my feelings
To the way my eyes dim when darkness is approaching
I need them to be observant for when they come across another person as sad as me they know that depression isn't just a state of mind
It isn't just a trend or something you say for attention
I want them to be aware
I want them to feel
In a generation that takes pride in feeling nothing and destroying everything they touch I want them to hold emotion strong enough to be someone's healing component
I want them to love
Love as if it is the only thing that can keep them from dying
I want them to believe in something bigger than anything they can ever imagine, touch, or feel
I want them to find themselves
I want them to find worth in themselves and not one-night stands, substances, or self-harm
I don't want them to be afraid anymore
I want them to know I'm here
I want them to to be expressive and free
I want them to know I love them
But most of all, I need them to be okay so that I can have hope for myself
an opening for my book maybe?!?!
They say we free but are we really free or modern slaves in a plantation tied with invisible mental chains, prisoned to the  golden fantasies of a spiritual dimension encoded in a book of light
Our ancestors are demonised in the name of
And our God given dark magic is victimized
As a spiritual sin to an invisible alien sky God
They enforced brutally on the true God's of Alkebulan
Are we really free when spiritually we are still conquered
Will the God who created us fight for us or against us
They took our land
They ***** our women
Took our wild stock
For themselves
And killed our men
Sailed some of the boys
To the new world
Through the altantic
Where some of them were served
As food to creatures of the ocean
Some drowning themselves
For freedom in the spiritual world
Our mother we're left
Widowed & pregnant
To innocent souls
Committed painful sinfully
Tell me are we free when we went trough such
Without reparations
The Jews got it for ******'s genocide
And others they managed to rebuild
Tell me are we free
Are we free when the DRC is still being exploited
For her minerals & it's war all over
Are we free when the Arabs claim Egyptian history as theirs and opress the true dark pharoas
Are we free when Sudan is in the mist
Of a religious war
It Muslims v Christians
Brotherhood no longer matters
Libya is involved in slave trades
Nigeria is troubled by rebels
South Africa is involved in Afrophobia
Tell me Africa are we really free ?
In the Dispora you had Garvey
Malcom X
Dr Khalid
What did you do with them asks
Dr Clarke ?
They took out Nkrumah
Assassinated Lumumba
Victimized Mugabe
& Exiled Zimbabwe from the world
Destroying our bread & basket
Hunger became a ghost that haunting
The people of Zimbabwe & still does
They Killed Machel
& So died the future of a prosperous Mozambique
They silenced Gaddafi
& Libya became a war Zone
So died the dreams of a United Africa with him
lied about Idi Amin
Shaked Ethopia
Failed in Somalia
And institutionalized the most
Punishious & brutal regime
To the people of the South
Tell me Africa are we free when heavent really dealt with all this trauma
Tell me Africa are we free ?
Tell me are We free ?
Or are we still in *******
#Africa
Let all the adversaries be crucified
hung high with blood drippin'
from head to toe
like Jesus no love to 'em one shot fills 'em
now they got the holy ghost
as I see there bodies shakin' lovely
no ones above
its better to be feared than loved
cause they keep they distance
i ain't got no hate in my heart
cuz it's cold as Pharaoh
im in revenge of my past battles
my folks lost but the war still goes on
and after i past will anyone grasp the song?
naw to busy sippin' the koolaid
fools gettin' sprayed over defendin' these charades
politicians tell anything
to gain a vote popular and demand then a reprimand
pay attention to the secretive hand
shakes they foment wars turn heros to zeros
in a matter of seconds tv is an invention of the devil
yea im a rebel
so **** peace only peace is war and thats the real
i put my life on it cradle to grave
i can't find heaven if im here in hell
maybe thats the eternal fire? livin' in this jail
body trapped into mud atoms
imma keep on marchin' like Garvey
til they bury me
watchin' out for Killuminati
When your alive and well
Most folks won't even tell
You that they love you adore you
Even friends to family scorns you
Just cause of the way you view
Things in a different perspective
Lets a take alot through history
All revolutionaries
Were always assassinated
For trying to get benefits created
Love one another and another love one
But they heart the sounds of guns
And innocent souls on the run
Lovin' when chaos is done
And society stunned
By the media circus show which goes to show
Everything is planned it ain't an accident
More like a preoccupied establishment
Still under British parliament
Souls is bent cause they don't repent
Look what happened to Malcolm X
Michael King Marcus Garvey but hardly
Any one listens John Lennon Bill Hicks Janis Joplin Jimi Hendrix its too many scripts to name on the list
Assassination goes back to the sixth
Centuries ago if you try to let the people know
Troubles were ahead you'll be doomed and dead
Village laughter to the keep those in power after
Your mind helegian dialetic check it
I stay protected
But when ya snipped in the head
They get bread and fake funeral instead
Saying the honor your work deeply
But that's long after Your dead
Steve Page Oct 2019
"All the stuff in our veins is the same." Guy Garvey.

Some stuff is the same.

First school,
Graduation

First pet,
Grief

First bicycle,
Grazes

First kiss,
Heartbreak

Some stuff is only yours and makes you.
Listening to Elbows new album on the way to work.  Guy Garvey is a poet.
Not from the big Apple but I'll give ya
A raw sample preamble rhymes laid like a scramble
Life's a gamble as I rambles
Through the shadows of darkened plateaus
See my money movin' fast while yalls is slow
Feel the heat rising from the
Dough
50 Gs a show ya know how it goes no expenses so
Step back learn how to track and stack
Ya weight seal ya fate create my own legacy
Better yet a dynasty
So why ya eying me can't define me
By the m o n e y try selling me lies
I improvise
From a broken compromise demons in guise
Learned from the chakras ties and bakin' pies
Sweet cherry carry girls under my wood
It's understood I'm a champion breed
Played in the major leagues
Never catch me fatigue so all haters slowly
breathe
And Catch a disease so you can see my magnificence succeed
Indeed intrigued
By the deadly potency produce bars call me Quincy
Or Barry Gordy fake rappers bore me
Huh I got play and skillz get a freak from a tweet
Next week She in-between the sheets
like the Isleys despise thee
Haters that degrade me turn em to Jesus philosophy
Naw better yet turn 'em to my guns that'll empty
Full clips insert it to ya hip sealin' ya lips
The box is closed mama catching a runny nose
That's how it goes my flows movin"
Like the Nile river quiver damage ya liver
Without even touchin' shots of the hardest liquors
Yea...



Livin' out prophecies laid in pedigrees
Through out history tell me why black man is
Doomed for treachery maybe it's just me
And the things i see on TV??
Yo I'm Dangerous as Christ walking terrorities
Put me in the terroristic catergory cuz my conscious gory
Shed enemies before they get a chance to plan
An attack against me my attitude is rude
Crude as oil lay the war spoils bloods on soil
Watch how the earth heals itself hibernation
From bad health spiritual wealth keeps me stealth
Use half of the goetias embedded in me
Wearin' spells as a sigil cooking up sequels
Legal raw untouchable like Bugsy Segal
We lethal with our weaponry so don't think
You walkin' away free for talkin' about thee
Made a pact with the underworld so I can catch the swirls
***** of fire earth is mine as I desire
More than riches I'm all about knowledge of self
Yeah feel me I'm the lyrical Garvey got more wisdom
Than Socrates takin' over all mental monopolies
So that means ya property is under my captivity
So when the real Gs enter the building
Begins a new billing I'm pass the ceiling
Once I began fillin' and drillin' heads
Til the bloods spillin' unleash the souls
For the dead scrolls paid ya toll gotta go
Cuz I'm outta time rhymes running off the paper
Soon to scrape ya from the music that played ya
My vocals fit perfect none could surf above it
Big Virge Jun 2021
'Force' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 28/12/2017

Now When It Comes To Writing...
...... “ Poetic Scripts “......

Big Virge Is A Name...
To Be Reckoned With... !!!!

Kinetic Just Like Han Solo’s Ship... !!!
Or EXCITED Kids About To Get A Gift..... !!!!

Because My Force Enlists...
Lyrical TWISTS That Are Better Equipped...
Than Those In Politics Or Life Coaches... !!!!!!!!

To Explain Things Where Forces Live....
And Twist Like Hips On **** Chicks...
When They’re Out Dancing... !!!!!

Now That’s A Force That DRAWS...
***** Men Like... ******... !!!

Whose Force Is BOUGHT... !!!
For These Men To Score...

Of Course I Mean ***...
Cos' THAT Force INJECTS...

TESTOSTERONE....
Into Their BONES... !!!

Well... Into ZONES...
Where Erections ROAM... !!!

Away From............................ Home...........

Because These Naughty Blokes...
Have A Force... UNKNOWN...
To Girls Who.... SHOW....

... NO Force Beyond.... !!!
G Strings And Thongs... !!!!!

So CAN'T Control Forces That HOLD...
Like Pots of Gold Or... OPEN Holes...

Where They Need NO PASS.....
To Get Past... GO... !!!
Tap That *** And KEEP Their Dough... !!!

But Moving On.............
The Force Is STRONG...
Within Me Like... KONG... !!!

So I DON'T Belong...
Inside A Cage... !!!!!!

I’m More Like LUKE...
When I Start To RAGE...
With PEN And Page...
And FORCEFUL Wordplay...
That’s As Good As ANY...
That’s Heard... TODAY... !!!!!!!

Or... YESTERDAY...

Because My Force DISPLAYS....
An... EXCEPTIONAL Brain... !!!!!!!

No Matter What The HATERS...
...... TRY To SAY... !!!

Because Their Force...
Is... JEALOUS Of Course...
of A Man Whose Force...
STARS Just Like WARS...
That Have A Cause...

To... INFORM Minds...
Who Are Now Inclined...
To Join Front Lines...
Where IGNORANCE BLINDS... !!!

Like... Uniformed Guys....
Who Take INNOCENT Lives... !!!!!

So Yup... That’s RIGHT...
I’m A Force For Mankind... !!!!!

That Has NO TIME...
... For Racist Vibes... !!!!!

Be You Black or White...
Or... In Between...
If Your Energy...
Has A Force That...
..... BELIEVES.....

In Truth And Rights...
And.... EQUALITY...

We’re Bound To Meet...
And Find That We AGREE... !!!

On Using Our Force...
To Build HARMONY And UNITY...

That Deals In LOVE...
For... HUMANITY...
From Up Above....
And Within Our CHI... !!!!

You See...
The Force Runs DEEP...
.... Inside of ME.... !!!!!!!!!

Kinda Like GARVEY...

As I Said Before...
I Use My Force...
To FIGHT IGNORANCE...

So It Can Be BLUNT... !!!!!
Like A... Forrest Gump...
Or... President Trump... !!!!!!!!

But Is QUICK To DUMP.... !!!!
The Talk That Runs...
From.... Governments....
That CLEARLY STUMPS...
Human DEVELOPMENT... !!!!!!!!

It’s DARK Like A SITH...
Or A Young... " Anakin "...

So I Use The Force...
Like... Space Invaders... !!!

OVERTHROWING Vaders'...
Cos' I’m The GOOD FRIAR...
Who RETIRES Empires... !!!!!!

With A Force That FLIES...
Just Like Luke’s Sky... !!!

By This I Imply...
That I’m A Tele-porter...
Just Like..... " Skywalker "......

Except I’m MUCH TALLER...
And A Spoken Word Talker... !!!!!

Whose Words For SURE...
Have A Power That Walks....

With A Strength That’s...
...... ASSURED...... !!!!!!!!!

Because It’s Born....
From A POWERFUL Source... !!!

That Star Wars Hoards...
And Quite A Few More...

Now Call The..................

..... “ FORCE “.....
Yes I'm A Star Wars Fan, which helped me in no small way to write this !
and this life
is far from paradise
it started off nice
Adam was the foundation of man
and eve the beauty of a women
but the came evil spirits
to poison mother earth o how it hurts
we stuck in a flirt
with materials after dead serials
only to feed imperials
self greed left for sorrowed seeds indeed my mind feeds
off wisdom and then some
yo I wasn't born just to pay bills and die
and ask the Lord why?
I was made from pleasure
but birthed through pain in my membrane
I took on the stains
as the raindrops hit the window pane
gotta keep it sane
followin the footprints that
Malcolm and Garvey Left
feindin' for freedom
they label me troublesome
cuz I won't take none
won't conform look in the eye of the storm
and there I was
sittin' with some spirits wise men
guide strong men
since I was baby
I knew this world was shady
**** it it don't phase me
I rather lay my life
then put it up for a price
yeah and though the devils
give multiple levels
I choose to be a rebel
and stand on militant morals
they don't care about us
so why should we care about them?
huh situations lookin' grim
I gotta keep my pistol cocked and locked ready to rock
a sucka til his death bed eyes bloodshed
feel my wrath America
Laws of Karma is preoccupied
soon to see a homicide
enemies come and get a free ride
to murderville all the way to Capitol Hill
Washington ain't that hard
once I pull they *** card
hidin behind a masked images
only to be exposed by those
who watching my clock tick tockin'
don't be alarm it's
just th grim reaper knockin'
at the front door face to floor prepared for war
pain takin soar
for all the sinnin'
cuz this life ain't livin it's prison

— The End —