peace and hotep,

ras marcus, if non'whites' are eliminated, who would do the work of Racist White Supremacist. for now they need us.....only as subjugated workers. however as civilization makes them soft, again, humpty dumpty....and drive dem crazy bald-heads outta town....

we get
mind war
propaganda
and slander

holding victims
liable
and systems
undeniable.

Giving ones
freedum of choice
to deny ones own voice.

do it to julia
do it to julia
she's the thought criminal......

thinking bout the master's plan
we're nothing but puddy
inside its hands.

while victims blame victims.....check
while victims blame victims.....mate.

cheers.
heres to futures of subliminal suggestors
and furious great wall investors.

tired of ploys
tried ploylessness.......?

ploylessness

my truth cast no shadows
cause it soaks sun like hot pavements
wet with god fire i go higher
beyond beyond before
when i was who i was
when i thought of what was
wasn’t what it has become
but a true representation of what
it will be when its done
infinity’s cousin, me
gave it that scare
underneath its eye
after relief a lie
that’s been dissing me
while we played the dozens
now don’t call me stupid
and don’t be talking bout my moms
we in a cycle called antipathy
and the constellation arms
but the truth be
we be sittin on corners
drinking corrupted quarter waters
jumping jacks
jumping a the first chance
to jump up and dance and
shout and shake and show nuff
show off our pittance
pitted against preparations
concentrations, reparations
the constellation is ARMS
forty-one shots aimed
at the nearest star
plungers peering
the image of who we are
bullets piercing our
resilient flesh
we’re instilled
in that brilliant death
on the atlantic floor
fu*k I’m here for
life,
write these rhymes get this dough
liberty
the statue where they be getting that dough
pursuit
the hot pursuit of happiness
(little boy blue)
he can run he can hide
and when he gets caught
he can lie
big black little white lies
like plymouth rocks and rush more mountains
separate fountains
and desperate moments
purple mountain majesties
and strange fruit
what about freedom?
the question is loot.
the answer’s inventive but false
been trying to get to the source since junetenth
i guess we’ll soon see
our history etched in stone, steel,
gold and platinum
blingin like those first chains
stingin like those cursed names
carried for generations
I call this poem of emancipation
and take it all in with a grain of salt
and a greatful tooth
ain’t no smiles on the pathe of the finest fruit.
i inhabitant of the land of hate
proficient in its customs
strong of heart
survivor of the middle past
conquering the civil right
they didn’t know I was smart
the spook that sat by the door
in the night
the equation on the back of god’s hand
known to it
like its know to me
who the f** you think you free
been here since before
the apple got plucked from the tree
me the snake charmer
can’t you hear my song
see the coy smile
smell my rage in the midst
must have been
must have been wrong
guess you didn’t know my ethereal style
the greatess ploy : ploylessness

bamboozled soundtrack- mums

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