‘Untitled’

Killing you daily
Armed excuses
Shooters elusive
People deduce its police cover up
Media drugging up the uppercrust with up and ups
Dow Jones raised
Therefore don’t raise minimum wage
So express outrage get locked up in a cage.
News portray nonviolence as riots
Food binging as diets
Slaves of desire labeled as free
Forced capitalism came to liberate me
Just incinerate your soul and enjoy paradise in this life
It wont last but live it in the light
Of a dark flame spooning perversity in your heart
Stained tart from shared saliva crooning out the coonery
Soon to be what the next up feel as being so real
Scholars for dollars spotted signing distribution deals
Hancocking indoctrination and sharecropping the population for cogs in the wheel
Riding downhill high off an E-pill
In ecstasy professionally appointed ministers uh dis Eevil.

Seed sealed in soil by a kaffir
Who turns into a muflihun when harvesting his pasture
Similar so who denies truth is mukathib
Who no longer can hide that he knew well when he is asked
On the day of transactions
Reaping what you sow
So woe on the one who on that day will be exposed.

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Think Tank

I’m flowing with you when you speak nation’s security
But I don’t see how we get secure when you hurting me
A nation for the people, by the people
Who’re the people?
Since its inception my people weren’t considered equal
And I understand over time things changed
Like freedom was gained unfortunately terrorism it stayed the same
Black panthers were protesting cops killing kids
Ramarley Graham was killed recently not in 66
What about that Jena 6?
Or that Trayvon Martin kid?
Or Mr. Bird who lost his head out in the country sticks?
I hear you talking peace but where’s it’s representatives?
That’s what I’m thinking at the ballot for the President.
We’re not irrelevant
Sorely complacent
Pacified with bass ackward relations
Under armed for physical confrontation
Too overzealous to stop for celebration
Libation, temptation
Big hands on winding waistbands
No plans for elevation
If we don’t change our own condition what we fussing for?
Yeah a protest’s cool but maybe something more
Maybe group up buy the homes that we shoot up
Bury ourselves in books With plans to institute up
Garden a little bit raise crops for the little kids
So they could eat and hustle food
struggle and satisfaction too
No further complaints Forever grateful
Not to the government but to the one who made you
With words and deeds observing gifts from a real King
Till the end of existence, what I mean when I say deen