Politics

A bag of tricks to amuse the kids, Simply forcing choatic order. Statue of Liberty's a man, Can't bear no daughter. How can politics give rebirth, Taking lives through war. Protecting a land that's a stripped whore. Greedy kids don't want a piece of everything, For which you live. Changing your name so you can be property, To them under the Letter of the Law. Although the script is plagerized, They still poke they chess out; Like everything's alright. Shoot I remember days, When it was all white. Justice, hmmm, Days justice was just us crackers Kicking niggers ass. Now the days of history turned, Now it's justice...
Just us sueing yall crooked ass, For all the bullshit you put my culture through... Fuck you Mr. Politic, Remember one thing you oil slick face ass; Laws was meant to be broken, So one more time for Uncle Sam Politrics. Would you excuse madam for exposing the truth, That you wear a thong and a bra... Well would you Ms. Aunt Samatha Politic or is Politrics

When you look at me

You see gold and diamonds back from the motherland.
The reason is not because, that is my jewelry.
If you look closely I don't believe in jewelry.
Gold and Diamonds is not the value of me.
That is just the level of knowledge I hold.
Not paying money to go to school,
But by being a one student university.

When you look at me,
You see what you should try to understand to be,
If you understand me,

I sleep on concrete and use cardboard for sheets.
For someone has to be on the bottom to hold the ladder,
So some might can strive to reach the top rung.
See me I am the foundation of the world.
No matter,
if I was to create my own corporation.
Having a budget of X plus Billions of dollars.
Shoot a hot dollar don't make me holla.

It just make me look back through the mirror.
Ask you a question that is not a question at all.
It's a small statement.

When you look at me,
I am not asking me what it is that you see.
I am telling you what you see.

You see a pharoah,
skin darker than the bark;
On the trees that is standing guard...
Deep off in the Congo.
Some walk pass me and get spooked,
As if they have seen a ghost in the woods.
Nah!!!
Your spooked cause you feeled the energy of a brother.
That holds deep with in himself,
The knowledge of self.

When you look at me,
You see the one religion didn't conquer;
Even though,
When I tell you about you,
I use your bible and korans.
When you look at me,

You see a nomad studying meta-physics on a stump,
Breaking down every word and syllable.
Taking the suffix from the prefix leaving the root word.
Leaving the tricknowledgy you tryed to give me naked.
That education been contaminated since,
The begining of intergration.
You have old school fools,
Think they playing old school rules.
Wondering how come they never caught,
Rythem all they caught was the blues.

When you look at me,
You will see.
How it suppose to be,
Just let me be me.

Now that's Love

How do I love thee?
I love thee in ways the creator don't know
For knowledge of self pours forth real love,
Thine knoweth what in my hands lay.
For the heart at the fingertips ain't foreplay.
Grasping emotions that rock the boat like a roller coaster.
Loose lips may sink the ship, but the heart make all rip.
When it is broken,
poured many pieces over.
Although your love so pure with no artificial flavors or preserves.
The day you step out of my life and never to be seen again.
I will still have love superglued to my heart just from the memories.
The time that we shared dripped through the hour glass,
Just as the black pearl sands slipped between our toes.
When set of foot prints left on the beach,
Cause my love forever lives in my dreams.
Not to get sensual but everything is just like it use to be.
Although I can't hence grasp you therefore;
I will just go back to sleep and dream.
Dream of the love that held me focused in school.
Made me go to class just of the thought,
If I see her in my classroom,
i'll play it cool.
Do my work like if I was a dork,
Just to feel smart enough to help her with her class work.
That may work.
Nahhh!
Cause the sense that she poured in my eyes,
From the first glance there is no chance,
It's love.
Overflowing my vains telling me it's me she wan'ts to be.
But love covers the wool over her eyes,
Then makes her realize. Love is blind. But just the things she make me do,
Things for myself and graduate from school.
Now that's love.

Prisoner of the World

Stripped from the mother land,
chained and burried in the belly of Jesus.
Assassination of my character stripping me of my culture and knowledge of self.
Kreeting Laws that force me to public education of the land.
Leading me to believe that my savior is of pale skin and blue eyes.
Even though,
Revelations spit of skin of bronze and hair of wool.
I guess you just keep me locked in the dungeon,
play games with me like I'm a fool.
That's cool cause my escape plan will fool every single one of you.
Although you try to counter my movement,
although GPS can't keep me down.
For knowledge of self is deep within that's where it's found.
For I hold the keys to the kingdom.
You bring me to a strange land,
where I see strange fruit swinging from trees.
Every book I use to hold and possess, I got whooped for.
I guess your afraid of my plans to escape,
although in my mind I am already free.
Every nation is searching for my source of knowledge,
so they can translate it.
Trully you can translate it,
as many times as you need,
I still know who I am.
You bring me from one land in which diamonds and golds,
was just mediocre.
To a land which you honor the dollar bill and slave for riches.
Brainwash the natives to believe they must help the intruder.
To steal the land in which they can have a field,
to work this prisoner.
You may keep me as a prisoner as long as you change my original religion.
But you can't erase or change the status of knowledge I holds.
To dangerous;
educated,
to much of a waste to let me die.
So therefore you have to take care of me...
The Prisoner of the World for Life...

Pinch of Light

Looking at the world with a pin hole,
Shining forth on a piece of cardboard;
Gracing stars for the first time.
Holding elegance in my eyes,
Lost in the maze of black sunrays.
Trying to walk it out during the cloudy times,
Blessings fall from the unknown.
Resting in my arms is they home,
Put to the test for seiges of no rest.
Tightness fills up my chest,
Only to push me on to run the other miles.
Keeping my head up and not looking back,
Although I am being sucked into the trap.
Trying to manuever between the road blocks,
For the illusion seems so real.
I can't grace the smell but the feel is real.
Wishing that I could push the ez button,
Be like I am riding with north star.
A road map would be nice,
Only to find out i'm stuck in a strange land.
I don't even know what my eye sees,
All though I could see clearer if I had just a
Pinch of Light.