Jahad Lynk . The Return (Poem) Power to the people, No wait, Our power has declined, If you like you can pump your fist, As I take you, Back in time, To 3000 B. C. When triangles ruled our mines, Black love was oh so dominant so every white tribe came to vibe, In a land called the mother of civilization, The 1 eye led the blind, Possessing gold, copper & zinc finding silver and diamonds were our lives, Between greed, jealousy & envy, We now find ourselves as slaves, What a shame, Ironically to our own mines, For time waits for no King nor Queen to comfortably arrive, Just thinking about the motherland, Here in America we have left them so far behind, Kemet became Egypt, Now only Alexandria thrives, Damn, Sippios named it Africa so now we have no home to reside, Hannibal tried to fight, But only Rome has survived, Brother against brother is our real reason for our demise, In our time of Spirituality, We allowed religion to arise. Horus became Zeus and Zeus became Jesus, As Constantine would rise, Christianity would take rule not even a Jew could deny, Our Moors would bow to the Arabs spreading Islam world-wide, All doctrines would teach Amun-Ra to be pegan-nizim, But wait, Every prayer would end with his vibes, Yes power belongs to our people, So only a few will reach to strive, Societies Gentiles & Infidels, Preach then forget their alike, A sin is a sin, But only in unity can we began this fight, Amen.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 18:26:02 +0000
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