The prolific beast
has begun to feast
on the jungle creed
the strong must feed
by any means
causing numerous casualties
amongst the devils and demons
scheming
for the divine seamen
of the chosen one
who shoots his gift like the present
visualizing the past without anger and pain
realizing that we have much to gain
don't,
no won't allow our forefather's spilt blood
to have been in vain
to conclude the mission
the outcome is death,
riches or
apprehension;
minority filled prisons
is a tradition
so to lower the statistic
Bonafide had to stop baking chickens
in my momma's kitchen