PoeticMayheim
Abstract Thoughts of Concrete Dreams
prearranged lectures spoken behind a wooden pulpit
political puppets having their strings tugged into war
not for moral or practical reasons, but enjoying the economical
and large marginal benefits
preaching that its for the emancipation of the Blak Slave Nation
Blinding our eyes with a whole bunch of little white lies, they only
freed us cause they wanted to industrialize
The cotton gin verses Blaks on their knees picking
Masters mad cause the North slowing down their confederate cash
Lincoln allowing masters to travel North to steal Blaks that are free only to be shackled and chained for no apparent reason, but their pockets gain
Fabrications of Fraudulent situations
Folks sleeping believing what they hear and see
When reality is government always has some hidden polices
When sleep catches up with my Dreams my visions are never perceived as one day achieved
Riots and Raids all ending in more Blaks encaged or dead in graves
Protest and marches with more of Us locked up or dead for practicing non-violence
When my Eyes run out of Abstract scenes in my Dreams its back to reality living among racist and bigamist
You can call me a revolutionist or a liberalist, but what ever you decide to label me as, always remember that as long as there's
Oppression there will always and forever be Opposition
political puppets having their strings tugged into war
not for moral or practical reasons, but enjoying the economical
and large marginal benefits
preaching that its for the emancipation of the Blak Slave Nation
Blinding our eyes with a whole bunch of little white lies, they only
freed us cause they wanted to industrialize
The cotton gin verses Blaks on their knees picking
Masters mad cause the North slowing down their confederate cash
Lincoln allowing masters to travel North to steal Blaks that are free only to be shackled and chained for no apparent reason, but their pockets gain
Fabrications of Fraudulent situations
Folks sleeping believing what they hear and see
When reality is government always has some hidden polices
When sleep catches up with my Dreams my visions are never perceived as one day achieved
Riots and Raids all ending in more Blaks encaged or dead in graves
Protest and marches with more of Us locked up or dead for practicing non-violence
When my Eyes run out of Abstract scenes in my Dreams its back to reality living among racist and bigamist
You can call me a revolutionist or a liberalist, but what ever you decide to label me as, always remember that as long as there's
Oppression there will always and forever be Opposition
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Abstract Thoughts of Concrete Dreams
Abstract Thoughts of Concrete Dreams
