Title journey through a Black MaNs mind .... Collab by MaNGOD and D.r.allen ~D.r.allen~ My journey began with a doctors slapping my ass From there I recognized my journey was a long walk through tall blades of grass and plenty of snakes but Im a survivalist, Id rather survive than complain, piss, moan or belly ache They say the path of a Black MaN is dead or in jail by 21 One but rearranged the path with a simple twist of fate I know plenty of soldiers falling victim to jail, hell or a coffin for a green piece of paper or a shiny wrist sake but Ive closed the door on that particular reality and quickly locked the gate ... I got a army of warriors who look to me to lead the pack at a alarming rate .. Some are starving so to those whom I cant feed food for thought I dont judge a MaN who hasnt ate or in too much of a rush and in terms of changes He couldnt wait unless Im willing to give him my plate .. to those who are incarcerated for life I can send commissary, write or visit but honestly its too late to help through a change of mind state They say a man of my colors lifes in turmoil from day one I beg to differ cause mines is great except each time I look over my shoulder it seems Im leaving a soldier behind Im getting choked up so Ill let Mr MaNGOD conclude this journey of a Black MaNs mind ~MaNGOD~ A Black MaNs mind transmogrified through knowing Your self worth but from the time of Your birth all Youve heard is Your the dung of the earth But I n I question from time to time the lecherous teachings and I do My research Knowing who I be and the power of the blood in Me, I recruit My soldiers based on their willingness to see with that Third EyE We were/are Warriors and Kings and among other things I insist the pineal gets decalcified False prophets and religions have caused enuff derision that Weve lost the vision of Our forefathers Weve become slaves from the cradle to the grave, taught submission without intervention of the Willie Lynch system taught by misguided and misinformed melanin deprived so called scholars All those within the sound of My voice and followers of My written prose gear up with newly instilled knowledge and pride of self, throwing off the cloak of ignorance because now they know We take a back seat to no race on this rock, look at the worlds complexion, whos recessive and whos gene pool is rising in its stock, the Golden Child in another 50yrs will be buck wild, ashes to ashes melanin deprived, your deepest fears about to be realized, your inventorys on the down low and Mother Earth sez you all gots to go So each one teach one and the truth will set You free The revolution wont be televised cause the real revolution is between Your thighs and in another few decades the oppressors and their bs will meet its demise... Hidden Colors
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 02:42:54 +0000
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