Black lungs,silver tongue coughing colourful conundrums confusing some,fusing slum with literature. This is corner logic the Crime is chronologic the hands of Time seem to pick-pocket the dreams of Black like mes with family trees resembling tree stumps yes we pump the streets with sonnets Engravings on the paving guidance from the Ancients devouring all agents infecting people with the sickness your god is my witness, the Pigs hate my Pigments. How i feel about a dead cop?? Know that im indifferent. Police vans vandalize corners and avenues of our lives The news comes Live a bulletin about a bullet inserted in a infant child Shit,thats just the mild. In the U.S cops eat donuts In S.A they eat human flesh fresh statistics to make you go nuts theyll tie you to a van and do donuts on the road another Black mans story untold Peace will only exist when a clenched fist unfolds Slum Literature holds written and unwritten scrolls that cause Institutions and their constitutions to fold.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 11:17:04 +0000
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