Long Poems

Ghetto youth survived I used to beg for a dollar
In Jamaica trying to survive ghetto youths them try
A lucky one him survived that’s me with a smile
Now I got to remember those that died no one else care that¹s why
We all begged for the dollar struggling by the hour
Excuse me Madam do you have a dollar
Excuse me Sir do you have a dollar

Watching the police or the individuals acting like beasts
Puffing like yeast nothing would they share on release
Wishing blind at the starving child in this age of time
This pattern is still a crime, ghetto youths begging to get by
Fools thinking in disguise because they living high
Trying to silent the cries none care if ghetto youths live or die
Excuse me my friends, my sisters, my brothers do you have a dollar

No need to yell about going to hell we’re already there my friends
Can’t you tell paradise in hell, the wars, the destructions, there is no water in the wells
Still born due to poor health, on the other side of the fence I saw enormous wealth
Churches with pews of gold collecting the money and robbing the souls
Governmental subsidy for illusions of schemes industrial greed
So much profit without benefits the ghetto youths feeling it
It’s just a dollar no need for your verbal shower & swelling like a frog

Putting their faces in sag as they tighten their hands
Without a second thought some gave with an open heart
And advices to stay in school as well as try not to be rude
Young one you must achieve what others fail to do
Now I am very, very happy I got up off the stool
I used my knowledge of creativity to pay my way through school
Ghetto youths of the World be cool let no one turn you into fools

Continue begging for your dollar
As well as strive for bettering your tomorrows

Art is subjective

As life is connective our perceptions are holy

For each meaning is divine

Sometimes we may not see the hiding lines

Some tries…

Stepping forward to discovery where truth lies…

Yes some Tries

Building a network

So we may climb ascending to the most high

Letting creative energy shine,

In questions of why we will show smiles

When in gloom and many shares not you mood

Stay focus to your Muses

Sovereignty our true identity

Inspire others to see the depths of humanity

In our living communities

Seek to expand the boundaries

With icons of femininity

For art is she & she is art

Such is life & life is such

As we struggle to understand so much

Time & technologies, a vegan society,

The world at wars for cultural identities

Monster with egos of power,

For greed & religious hours

They’re raining destructive showers

Our world in denial objecting to black

When our DNA shows the ancient Facts

Recording the images of life,

From “Africa” humans first learned love

Heaven & earth the process of dirt,

Mortality is just a ride

As we step back inside

The cosmic womb of love,

From thy mother we first cry,

A silent nose becomes a Roar

Amplitude of sonic vibes,

The organic patterns of life,

Humans are an instrument of light

Artistic scribes using media of might,

Some may find the delight

The wisdom of Sights

Sharing knowledge

Brings happiness for tomorrow

We take rest to start anew on the Best

Communicating through vision quests

The abstract magnify by corrective consciousness

In order to penetrate the darkness

A stroke a flick… some dash of hue reveals a view

These changing episodes on modern styles

Are productive information of a human child

Tactile visuals endowed the blind

From the temporal matters of the unsound “mind”

Reflecting realities expressing a fundamentality

One ideal of thoughts… a commonality

So say we all… the imaginative originators

As we grow unlimitedly as artistic creators

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If what you say was true…. then love will never fade from few

If what you say were true… love would be for me and you

If what you say is true… my heart would be beating for you

Under the moon light… such a view… magnificent you

Looking at the stars from yonder far I see a twinkle of Mars

As we lay in arms you say special words that made me calm

If what you say was true…. Everyday our love would bloom

Like the flowers in May showers our love would be like no others

Gazing in the sun I see a beauty of loving fun a hopeful desire

Causing my imagination to be on fire… If what you say were true

In infinite view our love would multiply by two to the power of two

From a distance our love would never be blue if what you say was true

In the raining hours our love would be the ultimate umbrella

In the intimate hours our love would be a passion of showers

You loving me is like a dream becoming real so I bend my knees

I say please grant me your special powers in letting me love thee

Oh She the one for me if what you say is true then I’ll never stop loving you

For She I would never sink in sorrows knowing you are my tomorrows

If what you say is true…. I would cross the Universe to be with you

Through a black hole I would come to you no void would stop my view

If what you say were true time and space will be my tool in saying I do

Yes I do love you too, your walk, your changing mood your smiling view

For these I do and will never stop loving you if what you say is true

Your chi…your loving energy, your Divine Blessing I say thank you

A Goddess that’s you… A Mother that’s you, my comfort that’s you

My muse seeing your view, the holy trinity that’s you from within your womb

Your gift has your smiling soothe, if what you say is true my love is for you

Again I’ll say thank you so my words ring true as I pledge my love on you

If what you say was true…. then love will never fade from few

If what you say is true… love would be for me and you

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I wish to share not so great news with you, well depends on your point of view

It has been a long road but going around the bend I have now seen the end

Yes to you I tell this news of love living in blues, the details I will not say to you

It’s for the best and the clearing of film off our chest, there is no regrets

In 2 to 3 years from now Ama will be the only one by my side for she is the prize

This process of staying together concerns Ama having a UK passport one day

So the duration will be to endure, yes how true, life is about sacrifices

Even when love has lost the light and there is no chance of reignite

My sweat my blood my aching body will attest to my truth on that I am absolute

Now I really knows she loves a french man, never was I her type for I am like the night

I remember those first words of insight still I loved her with my might

So we took a flight… often we had many fights… together in a room

Suddenly came the task to be a legal two but it was not the right thing to do

Funny how the words I love you seem to be a lie especially if you see the inside

Love is accepting… and sex is bonding… in the passion of living we must be happy

Now in the passing time I find we no longer on the same line our goals no longer tie

She rather a skin lighter than I that’s fine for living in Hong Kong people don’t like I

We the blackie… we the smelly… we some say without knowing their history

Chinese came from black skin just like all of our human kins, yet some love to kill

When a gift is given it must comes from the heart otherwise love will depart

Oh I have shared my thoughts open & true the good & bad too none I hid from view

The ying and yang to trust to lust to see the patterns that we all made of dust

So I bid this poem to you… all that I have I say thank you… when we met again

I do hope it’s soon or maybe one day when Ama is old enough to see true on all that I do

My passion been this family my love been abuse to clean a room is a task to hard to do

To walk with a child is difficult to do for career is more important that the future you

To feed her is a task too… so she stayed in the bathroom as you go out for the noon

To have lunch with friends visiting you, we not a happy family so it was easy to do

I really don’t know how tis future will end but I do know slowly we are no longer friends

No more are we lovers so there is no healing under the covers, I wait for the final show

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Intro: For many it’s a taboo topic to talk about sex but you know all of us thinks about sex, for religious people it a bit different, their thoughts on sex is either how to stop sex or how to control sex. I “love” nature and the abundant joy she has to offer, so I am incline to express some thoughts on the primate side of humanity.

One Man Standing

You know they teach us to look before you cross the road

In the relationship it should be ok to see before you touch

Well that’s what I think… as a man one should see the pussy before you enter it

It’s always nice to know where you going before you get there

I really don’t’ like the last minute job, that’s why some woman may say oh wrong hole

Some guys…they wait until after marriage to find out what the pussy looks like

Women are smart, for some you got to wine and dine before you get there

By then you are committed to a ugly pussy or a pussy that don’t work properly

And it’s not like you going to get a refund or discount on the next pussy you meet

So you fall in the pussy trap, the only thing the guys may say after that is… ok

Hey every woman got one but they are not created equally some has strength, some none

Some pussy is cute, some is tight and some wow that’s a fright a scary sight

What can you say pretty or ugly, the pussy whip is strong it will make some change their plans

We all know the saying men are like dogs… I must agree to that but what does that make the woman, for we know the mistress of a dog is what? Yeah most if not all guys would hump anything, while most women pretend to be choosey. I say pretend choosey, because in today’s society women can also hump anything. Back in ancient time they only had a statue of stone and maybe some special piece of wood. Imagine that, they had to suffer a splinter or stone burn just for sexual pleasure, well back then they called it spiritual rituals… oh they still do, yes they do, check out your local church but you got to look behind the scene.

Churchwomen are some of the horniest women on the planet. It’s just that their layers are a bit thicker to peel or you may need to know the key triggers before you are permitted to enter. Growing up in a church environment and not believing in the system wow it’s a paradise to get laid, all you got say is god will forgive us. Every now and again you say one or two prayers before you start or finish. You know them right guys… thank you god, thank you lord, I am about to get some, or holy shit she really going to give it to me. While you enjoying yourself make sure to say christ or jesus a few times. You are free to play around with jesus many forms… like a short burst of jesus, a quick flashing jesus or long stretch out version jejejejejejesus not to worry your body will make it a spontaneous reaction.

As I got older the relationship in the church was no longer appealing, I seriously refused to be a priest or minister, so once when a woman suggested to me, if I attended her church for 3 mouths she would be mine completely…. I laughed, for gasoline and a lit match produce explosion that’s just common knowledge. Anyway I think the minister is a little better at least that one gets laid every now again. The priest got to suffer through sexual frustration on whether he’ll going to hell for having sex in/ his robe. Not to mention their target audience are little boys, while the minister behind the altar has a selected flock to choose from.

Oral Sex Divine Karma & Dharma:

As a little youth/child I often heard others say, no they would not put their mouth on a woman pussy. When they gathered to chat as a little youth I asked bout that, My question started off by asking, so you put your finger in her pussy, them say yes, so you then rubbed the breast with you hands… them say yes Then you suck on it like an infant doing their best… them say yes Then roots isn’t that pussy juice you digest… no one was beating them chest then, Them turn dem head in a vex. I just answered what will be will be so long as you playing with a She.

The Word Fuck

Here is a word as famous as Jesus Christ, so much so that it have been added to his name… Jesus Christ fuck or fucking Christ man, some people object on the usage, but fucking been around before the birth of Christ and it will still be here after the last prophet. Our World is all about fucking. Your mother fuck your father or your father enjoy the fuck your mother gave him, the rich fucks the poor, the banking system fucking the government and the government fucking the people with tax, it’s just a big circle of fucking and fuckers.

You dare… why you saying such bad word… You dare… don’t you care

Little children are around so watch your language before it hit the ground

Wow… Fuck a bad word how could you tell does it strike a nerve of smell… Wow

Is that why you seeing red & the blood rushing to your head be-careful my friend

Now you acting bend… ok…ok… my friend… here some knowledge I have pen

Concerning the word fuck to ease your mood I will only say things that which are true

You may disagree, that’s your point to view once your twitching isn’t physically rude

In that case I’ll defend what I know in truth in wisdom of facts I’ll bounce it like that

Many lies are use to brainwash the few so the child grow up not seeing the full view

The young ones you teach birds & bees however forgetting about human sexual tease

Truth on how we came to be natural ease like the breeze woman & man fucking as 1

Hmmm… I know these words seems very strong but it’s the truth of the land irie mon

Forget your pride please take it with a smile for deep down you know it’s no lie

I say this word because I care fuck is a word my dear not good or bad it’s just a verb

Fuck… a verb of shocking solution expressing an intensify emotion on evolution

Mother Fuck a hurtful feeling of rejection sometimes due to miscommunications

Oh fuck an additive to the motion, sweet fuck a passion of no interruptions… fi real

On how they feel a fucking bastard some may add “ing” to express stronger emotions

This is not a blasphemy “Jesus Christ fuck” tis is use to express shocking reels… zine

Like the lie on 9/11 that was done by the powers that be so they could control we

Those fucking ass-holes the demons with dark souls using terror to fuck all of we

Fuck U to the ego thinking shit isn’t stink or fuck yourself to those who want U sink

Fuck… so many ways to express this verb no wonder it always strike so many nerves

Our social media exploit this verb, utilizing schizophrenic personality, those with a fuck up mentality they use for staged fantasy, its a social delusional craze a mental disorder of constant abnormal phase… the powers that be really fucking all of we

The above verb usage magnify the state of be the reality that they let us see… sheeps

Opening your eyes doesn’t mean you’ll be quick to see the fuck up state of humanity

The verb fuck often used to bring reality on the fabric of society as it express deeper sense of community, the silent weapon will always have an objection, fuck it… that’s their opinion, just one addition without no fucking sex they would be no “fucking life”

I going to say pretty, pretty, pretty please let me see

Just show me, maybe a tease just let me see your curving V

When it’s just me… and She, I feel like Romeo on the breeze

I want to be free to touch & pet it right & hear your moaning bright

Like Mary Magdalene, some Divine blessing to run free little me in a She

Show me your V… your gateway to infinity through the order of the light

Share your Holy sight you & I need not have a fight let our love ignite

Some a tell lie on She, dem say dem nu eat below but not me

Pum pum juice made me my head come out of pum pum first you see

I am a vegan I don’t eat dead flesh that’s me but I am here to please She

What will be… will be just let me see the pretty shape of your V

I don’t like the gay company or the ones them telling lie on She

Just show me, maybe a tease just let me see your curving V

I going to say pretty, pretty, pretty please let me see

The Symbolic shape of She the Ankh is Her Sovereignty

The passage always stays clean for the cycle must flow free

All kinetic energy comes from She you want to test me

The passion of Christ in me Know thy self before you step to battle me

She is the Holy Trinity the blessed Mothers of we the Ankh is She

Fire bun fi you and yu men company telling lies on She

I know you bless the V, otherwise you wouldn’t walk the earth like me

So when you see a pretty girl yu better tell her she is a pearl

Together we can rock the World & maybe have some baby girls

Whatever it take to hit that nerve where symbiotic bond express cosmic verbs

An equation of precise don’t need jamming and stabbing of flight

The objective is sensitivity on blessing the Divine harmony the nuclide of She

I don’t like the gay company or the ones them telling lie on She

Just show me, maybe a tease I would love to see your curving V

I going to say pretty, pretty, pretty please let me see your beauty

Maybe a tease from you to me just let me see your pretty V

Do you really want to stop the madness of Racism….

First stop calling these people white

When they are lesser black,

Next give back some of the wealth

Which was stolen from full black people.....

Yes it's that simple very simple indeed…..

But you and your group will not do that

Poverty is an institution by the wealthy

There is only one race... the human race

Evil holland been ahead with denmark …..

Do you see what I see do you hear what I hear…

No because you still living in fear

Fear to be poor fear to be truly love by one knocking at your door

So immigration is use to continue the abuse

Their laws is their tools as the courts hid the truth…….

Minorities we are called when there are more of us than u…

Our land our language of Sovereignty this our glory

Still because I wish not to be you

My brothers and sisters will kill me too

For they in love with you….

Blinded fools…. eating toxin food….

My blood carries the vows of the ancients

For this you will have many objects

Legal criminals seeking to protect

Or killing those standing above your quest…

Do you really wish to stop the abuses….

As you move your lips I feel the crack of the whips

Of how we were raped,

Of how we were told we were never great

The years of changes but things stays the same Racism U….

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Merry Christmas…. What a fucking lie these fucking fools are so fucking blind

Merry Christmas…. What a load of shit the smell is so great I still can’t believe it

Merry Christmas…. What a joke every year it’s the same polluted toxin smoke

I remember as a child living where the sun always shine they taught us about white

Christmas, I often asked why, we don’t have snow so why this lie, to celebrate the

birth of the savior they said with a smile, jesus fucking christ that sound like gay pride

Black people following this X-Mass Crap it’s time we all stop & look at the real facts

It’s one big con, a royal sham by the lesser-black ones to insult the indigenous ones

What do you call a person who has been fooled… no other way to say it but a fool

The mental slaves some will fight me to this day when I tell Christmas is not our way

In the lands of tis wicked evil age they send their children to schools only to be caged

These repeating patterns are strong often I hear the black ones singing tis old song

I wish you a merry Christmas… I wish you a merry Christmas and happy New Year

After holiday the bills came & put people in a craze no money due to financial daze

Seven days for the feast of fools in honor of god these beast of humans became lewd

A reverse in social order as the Romans made a switch from the masters to slaves

In their riotous ritualistic phase rectum pleasure was part of their ways, others chose

therapeutic murder to snuff the life away on those they considered a threat to their

mortal ways, By order of the pope this degenerate joke 336 AD eclipsing the pagan

ways the winter solstice the Yuletide maze became Christmas of modern days... this

evil change due to slave trade the prime insights on the ancient black days have fade

You better watch out! You better not cry! I'm telling you why! Santa Claus crimes

Oh, Oh, Oh what a jolly fellow pedophile saint nick enjoys children on his dick

Now the parents accepting this, tis peeping tom named claus watching every house

To see who is asleep and who is awake then he enters and starts to violate

Some say he is great because he flies with reindeers in the sky but that’s another lie

With pope at their behind this the Germanic sway as they control those who are blind

Merry Christmas…. What a fucking lie these fucking fools are so fucking blind

Merry Christmas…. What a joke every year it’s the same polluted toxin smoke

Merry Christmas…. What a load of shit the smell is so great I still can’t believe it

Suppose Satan was the good guy we all know they lied

9-11 we know that attack was from the inside… no lie

How many they fooled saying Christ was a “white” guy

The good is the bad and bad is the good lets take a look

For a deeper look, you may wish to open your holy book

Or pay the church to brand me as a crook, I object not on your hooks

What if the devil was really the good guy, come on… we know the looks

We will not tax you they say it with a smile, how many seeing these lies

The poor keep suffering while the elite travel in styles who is seeing this crime

With religion they instilled fear in the human “mind”, so many confuse in this time

A womb-man is not equal to men nor did she came from a rib of Adam

Mama I wish to see beyond my eyes to be free where does the strength really lies

I asked truth or lie… what if Satan is really the good guy the education is a lie

In all the religious disguise, she is subjected to his will every time, I wonder why

Everyday it’s the same pollutions they create the problems and then sell a solution

So they lie about governmental directions…they lied about elections, we know they lie

They lied about health plans and they lied about our mortal immortal connections… why

Dream in a dream in deep fantasy o reality is not real each attach to a psychosis it seems

The pen is close & the “sheepeoples” are box in, financially they sing the ones who sting

The masters of the death toll, the bankers who are after our “souls” in debts we are sold

With the chains of slavery oh they living a sweet glory but wait this is not the final story

Suppose Satan was really the good guy we all know they lied

What if the devil is the good guy, come on we know they lie

How many they fooling saying Christ is a “white” guy

Every coin has two sides, the good is the bad and bad is the good

The majority of society is control by a minority, yet the labelled poverty

This instituting subjection is reinforced on the ethnic populations

Due to toxin they feeding to we, for some it’s hard to see the truths & lies around we

So I asked this question… Suppose Satan was really the good guy

Each and everyday the same stories are played and the masses goes insane

As a little youth mi was always bright

One even asked mi to turned down mi aura light

Mi know mi a, b, c and mathematics right

If you buck with mi you feel an intellectual might

In the ghetto mi hold things tight

For mi walk with love not fright

All the youths them mi tell fi stand right

Words is wind and blows are unkind

So no bother with fights, stay calm & everything will be alright

A fool testing yu spirit yu no bother lose yu sights

Remember Good over Evil always shine bright

Never lose your sights from the darkness you shall be the light

See beyond the nights, Walking through the valley of the shadow of death

You fear no evil and you do not fret

Don’t let fools change your mood, because they’re rude

And get you blue, listen to my muse before you the one to lose

And become the news… when you walking

Walk with a good pair of shoe

Leave the bad company for them will make you blue

When you lay down straight mummy and daddy start to cry

And people start to ponder why… for you was a good child

You should have listen to the patterns and ignore the styles

Because of company you gone wild and living a life of crime

You got to watch the time try & tell no lies as you hold you head above the tides

Know your place in history better yet seek to know her-story

The Ankh is the Holy Trinity, Divine is she, her womb brings the glory

Walking through the valley of the shadow of death

You fear no evil and you do not fret

Smile when you feeling the blues, the rod & staff shall guide you through

When you are awake that’s the Goddess blessing on you.

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Number one killer of black people some say is stress to tell the truth I would say yes

Black people living under a warrant of death, a programming cycle of direst, doing your best, that doesn’t matter for our life has become a jest, the bottom feeders will never become the guest, no matter how much you’re bless, yes they always changing the rules of the test, no matter how much you guess their aim is to limit our progress, there’s a death warrant to eliminate those who shine above the rest, it’s a mess, few sell their soul to join tis fest, how they killing us it’s black death no escaping the nest

In the governmental political game around election time the trickster seek our votes to continue their fame & abusive choke, they never speak about monetary compensation for the descendants of their evil slave trade or who is really responsible for the youths carrying guns to play nor how the police killing the precious young ones for their pay, it’s a joke for the governmental black ones it’s the same, in Africa & around the world blackness is bleeding each & every day, these criminals only seek diamonds & pearls as well as sex with little boys & girls, few say it’s a must tis warrant of death upon us

They are killing us, many still don’t know the cow’s milk is really blood turning pus, the powers that be in their mad psychopathic ego on us, allowing decomposing flesh to be sell without any fuss, while they having a healthy lust, the conscience for us… when it’s white its never right that’s the basic rule of thumb for us, white flour, white bread, white rice, white sugar, white salt do not trust, these are made to kill us, the chemicals they injecting in us causing the black light in us to become cancerous

The air we breathing is poisonous because the laws of the land is flagrantly nefarious

Oh some cry as they look to the sky some even believe the lies & asked an image why O Father help us some cry... they cry Allah, Buddha, Brahma, Christ, Jah, Jehovah, Jesus, Vishnu & Shiva these are all industrialized standards of lies, it’s a glorious smite on the black kinds, so black people would lose a sense of their time & fall right in line, many say these warrants of deaths are kind for black people are savages & had no civilizations of any kind, tis darkness causing many to be blind & not see their Divine mind there were no holocaust on the Jewish line for they are part of the crimes

This visual description is they are killing us it’s a refilling prescription of black-death

We must never forget it’s a warrant of death… a death warrant on all that’s blackness

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Do you know my aspirations the focus of my intentions?

Yet I get your objections your abuse of interjections

Over inflated egos under subsidy manipulations

Many don’t like corrections their mentality of infections

Tolerations of exploitations for upward financial directions

Spiritual deviations what a great pollution the mass mis-education

Learning from negative rejections achieving the positive vibrations

Do you know my aspirations the focus of my intentions?

Due to lack of wealth I am suffering poor health

The knowledge I leave behind will be wisdom of great wealth

When the pain of suffering is widely felt the World will unite to help

We not I… melting the hate to stimulate inner love of appreciate

In the moment of wake I circumventing the fakes

Imbalance action will cause a body to be late or end up in a crate

Do you know my aspirations the focus of my intentions?

There are many questions by seekers of enlightenment with no projections

Sub-coming to irritations I changed the patterns of my positions

After ovulation the fertilization became a new foundation a child of inspirations

Ama a new born creation the source of my aspirations and focus of my intentions

For humanity I have created a new publications after writing some observations

A literary meditation of poetic medication on social interactions and stimulations

In the walking dream I smile for the evil part of men is a style

The depth of sights I have seen in silent no one heard my screams

From the fashion of greed I wish to sleep but the sheets have pointed pleats

Internal I bleed from the food offered as treat the poison cut deep

Ignorance of high in fear of changing time chorus of war they sing

Do you know your latitude & longitude of determinations?

Read the signs to get your location research before speculations

You don’t know my aspirations the focus of my intentions?

So please keep your objections your abusive interjections

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She love when it’s dark as I ride I hear the cat talk

Meow you should hear the cat talk louder than the dog bark

Now a days woman don’t want man who can’t make them talk

She love it from the back when I make the sudden attack

I am the pervert who love to be on top riding from the back

You should see how the cat rail up on the spot

Meow the pussy cat talking like that while getting some slaps

Doing right with a gentle chisel making the cat releasing fizzle

The passage is tight causing frictions of delight sparking inner light

I am telling you it’s a beautiful sight as the darkness becomes bright

Wooo… riding pass the night this cat have some might

Scathing and clawing all night claiming her territory of rights

Meow you should hear the cat talk now it’s after dark

New riding start this cat is not ready for a walk

I got a sweet sensation of thought

Meow as I listen to the pussy cat talk

Life is funny chi-chi men don’t like pussy cat talk

Many would kill the cat when she walks

Here kitty, kitty, kitty… here kitty, kitty, kitty

I will always defend the pussy cat talk

Without the sweetness of the cat I could not bounce it like that

It’s a holy matter of thought never forgetting purring after the wetting

The muscles flexing, meow, meow as I listen to the pussy cat talk

Wishing never to depart from the depths of her injecting

It’s a sweet lime living between the lines making the pussy cat cry

Then came the oral petting my goddess with skills of stimulating

Oh my… oh my increasing my blind this feline of refine oh I feeling fine

Travelling through cloud nine oh it’s a magnificent high touching the sky

She is causing the dogs to bark

Meow, meow, meow… you should hear this pussy cat talk

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Shoot the fucking police please these criminals need to cease

Put the silencer at they head and let them become a crease

A folding moment of time where they paid for all they crimes

SFP please cap these fuckers so they never again be release

It’s a plan stop and search on the land all for the rich one hands

Protect and sever who they protecting and whom they sever

It’s not the poor man it’s not the poor womb-man SFP Please

We don’t need the police Ancient Africa there was never a need

All around the world people are on bended knees because of these beasts

Working for the evil breeds in holland in england in every land these beasts

These criminals need to cease shoot the fucking police please, please

With a gun or a pen it’s your choice my friends with a gun or a pen

Their evil must end our global society can live as one friend when their evil is end

Building prisons and taxing we how we must live free with corruptions around we

Their illusion is a scheme they don’t represent we they are not living for our dream

I just want to scream SFP please its time we see the fleece the legal criminal the beast

As the new world order step further watch and see how many legal murder

It’s never too late for humans to start walking straight without police we were great

Those ancient times the elite use those rituals to bind our “mind” a lost in time

Now we walking a line a shift in “mind” where the ego of men is control by pride

The seeing blind, a brotherhood of lies using evil magic to close our eyes SFP please

Then there is a prize true humans living so wise without police brutality of any kind

Just watch the signs the implanted sigils of the unholy lime people please be wise

Like a little child never take your eyes off the prize to do so is to follow their lies

This criminal order in fact they have no power once people see the eleventh hour

Don’t wait for the bloody shower before your circumcise this poisonous flower

Its roots is long following the precession of the illicit fake humans the real demons

Drinking blood and sacrifice of the sheep people wake up from your slumber sleep

SFP please shoot the fucking police their criminality must cease we must stop these beast

With a gun or a pen this revolution is the solution for humanity to escape the pollution

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I am telling you shit happens, all you got to do is accept the slapping for shit always happen

Hey baby, some say everyday is not the same but truly some bullshit will drive you insane

Shit happens. & when it does, it often pour like rain, the mental craze in our temporal phase

To all the cats you moving your own way wishing no stress night ore day but would you guess

Shit happens, maybe it’s bless, a simple test, showing to do your best without objections or guess

Or maybe it’s just bestowing freakiness somewhere one is playing a jest like a revealing breast

I am tell you shit happens no matter your quest sometimes it’s just too hard to digest the silliness

Questioning the void of emptiness we humans try to push the limitless just for conquest

Inventions of greatness allows humans to stand above the rest often we forget how to dress

When disasters happens then many calling a name of holiness some may seek forgiveness

In hope for a better tomorrow the massive pour their sorrows the tragedy of greed will bleed

The intense superficial means causing the sheep(s) not to see, so madness they still dream

For profit of high esteem many gleam while forgetting their history on dissolving glory

Diamonds & gold will vanish away the education of the day brings continual light to stay

From darkness to sudden sight gainful knowledge gives no reasons to fight still shit happens

Once we accept this slapping we can move on to the next pattern, be careful of you steps

You know what might happen next some fool will try to get you vex or interrupt your quest

It’s not your desire you didn’t start the fire but shit always happens somewhere someone said lair

You may love the people all the time remember some will lie some will act so sly many will try

There’re few seeking fools some willing to stop your mood, worry not & pass right on through

Use breaks to ease the blues, no lip service on illiterate mules, that’s wasting your creative muse

Shit happens no matter which way leaders of the World care only in their power of fare

Promoting wealth with sever consequence such as environmental imbalancement

Everyday more social decays like a baby age one carrying a gun & parents think it’s fun

At age six the parents no longer think this action is slick but they can’t do anything about it

Now in the teens the child of ill means kill another human with ease so freedom is seized

Oh gee everyone cries why me, now they see how life is very dear & we all need a special dear

I am telling you shit always happen so make sure to wipe & wash clean before hands slapping

Together we will rebuild after the catastrophe of what happen but remember shit still will happen

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Oh I wish I was six nuclear bombs then the evil of holland would be an old song

On evil holland oh I wish I was the ultra bomb the causing balance back to full hue-mans

In & from the netherlands I see only demons here in the dutch land they walk as humans

I would be a kind & loving bomb only seeking the dutch demons the evil ones fake humans

Exploding humanity destroying capitality of abusing authority seeking only their prosperity

Inflecting pain & misery the silent victims drench red as dutch demons count their heads

The mood is true history of facts reveals many clues demon dutch causing human’s blues

From all the wars dutch got high revenues so they build a world court to hide their abuse

Palestine views, Indonesian muses, South Africa diamond abuse because the dutch rules

No more sweeping dirt with this old broom the web is clear I see true apartheid in the news

Oh I wish I was six ultra nuclear booms sweet sounds to clear the room these running stools

Demon dutch designed slave ships modern ones think nothing of it they are cold about it

For the dutch demons in styles economy in high pension funds for the masters of their lies

In ghetto paradise the lesser demons the vagabonds get dutch subsidy till they die no lie

Humans killing humans while the inhuman dutch demons smile having a demon time

The evil dutch living high none stop to ponder why America is to blame for acts of unkind

Evil dutch… demon dutch after releasing the pox on the America’s native flocks

The pilgrims sold the maps to the french & the british to anyone with the cash

When the dutch murder humans there is no questions on facts justice is blind bout that

Sadly many full-blacks-hue-mans celebrate thanksgiving on these attacks blinded blacks

With a pat on the back while the chain of currency increases the demon dutch stocks

WTC, stock exchange, demons designed that so dues are sent to dutch banks

Oh I wish I was… wish I was… wish I was the wave the mega blast to kick this evil ass

While roaming free the demon dutch these inhuman breed distilled great pain and misery

Oh I wish… I wish, I wish, no more dutch demons on this beautiful planet of greenery

These evil dutch the murderous dutch... their savagery, butchery, slavery

By the wealthy are now covered by propaganda on tolerance to be,

Only a drastic action will free these demons to hell where they should be

Six nuclear for cleansing of humanity stagnate air so the evil dutch no longer in appear

Disappearing vapours balancing out the cosmic air the Karma on their evil it will be here

Oh I wish I was six nuclear bombs then the evil of holland would be in all the old songs

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This place is evil, this space is evil, this place is evil… the space named holland is evil

Yeah baby remember to teach your children about the evil dutch’s murderous living

Never you forget the history of the Netherlands, 1883 slavery supposedly ended but they continue

Being unfriendly, the british gave no economy to the slave but gave 20 million to owners of slave, while in evil holland slavery continue for 30 more years, until they adapted the slavery of human resources management to get greater financial dividend, the dutch claimed to stop their slave trade in 1863 but that’s a lie for I see their continual discriminations with my own two eyes

This place is evil, this space is evil this place is evil the space name holland is evil

My little baby please share with everyone your facts of being a full-black one in evil holland

Eight months in thy mother’s womb one tried to killed your mood, the police lied to continue the prejudices of mules, the doctors cared not to treat you they only want financial insurance off you

Where you walk some trying to greet you beware they will seek to hurt you, a smiling face of dutch, is like a devil in a pleasurable grace in a quiet hast to steal the jewels of full-black’s case

They have no honour for the human race their loyalty is only to live wealthy of your miseries

This place is evil, this space is evil this place is evil the space name holland is evil

Oh yeah, never forget this place is evil, evil is associated with death & this country have caused many, little ones never you forget, currently on Mother Earth… many of the wars in continual strives, holland ignited the light or they gaining great subsidy while living off other’s pains of plights, such a evil sight, seeing this darkness so bright, it’s demonised justice from the so-called dutch “white”, these lesser-blacks wish not to view the facts, so they travel blind as bats in evil flights discriminations has become the norms of sights where indigenous humans have no rights

This place is evil, this space is evil this place is evil the space name holland is evil

Yeah baby I want you to remember these facts you are Sovereign of First Nation the Arwaks,

The Africans, these are your bloodline of way back, the evil dutch wishes to deny your birthrights, they will not see you as a human, they will only see you as an exploiting exotic pet to their amuse, to be be abuse & misused because arrogant of wealth is theirs to use be careful of their lying words of tools, the laws of commerce the evil dutch dilute & nature’s law they add great imbalance substitutes, this illegal government wish to hide the truths of how greatly they pollute

This place is evil… this space is evil… this place is evil, the space named holland is evil

They will see you pains as being cute & find a way to gain profit while robbing your dying boots

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As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in the “pooring” rain

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker and so many sleepers

As I travel down the lane I saw shadows in this “pooring” rain

I hear voices saying I was insane… I ponder why… Maybe I am… some cry

What is this game the twisted fame the glory and the blame

As I travel down the lane I met shadows in “pooring” rain

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers

From point A to point B from life to death and death to life I see so many strives

The poor wealthy ones… and the poor, poor homeless ones do wonder why I am mad

Then we have the so called enlighten ones hmm I think those are the one saying I am mad

The sheepeople key post is a noose a tight without a loose like a drill drilling for loots

So I question the objective of their strong the fundamentals and the evil of the God

In the whispers of men again they said I was mad a darkness of mood some say I’m rude

Some think I am cute a crazy youth now with greys now just an old coot wanting a salute

In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I saw shadows riding a train

Their thoughts were the same in their haze they thought I was from outer space

Because I did not play their grace so many times I see the changing of their face

On the religious disguise some smile, some continue telling their side of the lie

Sometimes I wonder should I hide or pretend like I am blind just to save my time

In the “pooring” rain as I travel down the lane I met shadows on the train

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… and so many sleepers

I hear voices saying I was insane, seek no glory and give no blame for life is all the same

Truly I laugh maybe I am insane… some cry, I ponder why the corruptions & the crimes

The bombings then sheepeoples die in the name of the most holy guy no matter the lies

The word Negro is not a crime… Great Negro was the name of the Ancient Divine Kinds

Kings & Queens those first Sovereign Beings all had black skin like we take a look to see

In this the patterns to be free lay not in governmental slavery or the churches briberies

The hidden fact blackness is the key the sun rays shows the marks of our genetic ancestry

As I travel down the lane I met shadows in this “pooring” rain

The meekers, the weakers, the creepers, the weepers, the seeker… so many sleepers

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I will never forget that day it was a sad, sad day

When my daddy died oh it was a sad old time

When my daddy died my Mama cried

Oh my Mama cried I saw the tears flow from her eyes

Oh my Mama cried because my daddy died

No one saw the signs daddy was healthy

Then suddenly he just died oh my Mama cried

Mama… she was a strong old lady

She had her pride our education was her drive

None of her children would steal or go blind

She would whip our behinds

Go to school always be on time

She said son you must always be kind

Life is hard but you got to be gentle with a smile

We saw some rough times after my daddy died

I can still remember… oh my Mama cried

When my daddy died… sometimes not much to eat

There were growls of stomachs on the sheets

Oh it was a sad old time Mama almost went blind

The bills kept coming so Mama worked three jobs

So everything could be fine… it was a sad old time

Within the stress Mama showed her best

But the tolls had a final test now laying here in her pretty dress

Six years after my daddy died my Mama said goodbye

Now her son has become a man with wisdom he shall be strong

As I say my final goodbye I remember to give a gentle smile

She knows her children will do fine they’ll do nothing less

Mama was a woman of greatness she never worried about other’s silliness

When my daddy died my Mama cried

Together at last they’ll be fine.

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I am going to document you the beauty in view… yes you

The nice ladies crew I am going to document you… what a view

Oh gee… say cheese give me a smile please pretty… pretty please

As the pop from the flash reveals the detail of your eye lash

I am going to document you the Divine muse, the dyke of true

In union of two the child in the womb brings a happy mood

For the childish room I’ll use a new boom to sweep through

Yeah mon… to the nice ladies crew the pretty girls rule… oh true

Everyday in school one & two use to take me for their sweet tool

Never did I take dem for a fool or disrespected the time we used

They always let me feel cool sometimes they’ll invite me to their pool

Splish splash, splish splash as we enjoyed the moment without being rude

No need to be libel to do the things we need to do

To the nice ladies crew I am going to document you, your Holy Goddess in view

Bouncing & juggling tight gravity makes She looking so light

In the darkness of night She is bright & disruptive sight

You know some men want to fight, they acting like coots in fright

Shouting insults with might that no right, fools in darkness with out sights

To the nice ladies crew pardon we and worry not on the fools you see

Always address yourself with dignity allow no one to harm you with negativity

I am going to document you my Goddess what a view the nice ladies crew

Some black some “lesser black” some short some tall some slime some fat mi nu worry bout that

Just easy & relax watching the women dem on the spot the nice ladies bouncing hot

With the studio mix the people dem will chat, nice ladies crew

I am going to document you, no camera them my brain will do to remember yours special view

Never alone once I have seen you, thy Mother must rule bringing balance to us the fools

A social abuse… society of men acting the fools causing wars & destructions of Her muse

Starvations & pollutions are the daily news as corrupted governments live their daily abuse

I am going to document you, spread the good news of the nice ladies crew

I love to see you the nice ladies in view, they ease my blues no stress is true

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Spoken word verses to ease the “mind”

Hear the situation of modern time

No that’s a lie their abuses been going on long time

Hypocrites with their plastic smiles learning our styles

Friendship until their star start shine

Spoken word poetry to ease the “mind”

Ank Steady doing a little rhyme

I say hippy dippy-de doc the mouse and the clock

Henny penny with ruff and ready the snoop with his brutes

The piper flute robbing the loot nothing for the real black youths

Mr Jack with knife in our back for a pea little Bo slaughter the sheep

No eating any dead flesh as meat so the dread don’t greet

Superficial nonsense makes the human brain weak

No stress do I seek I am tried of acting meek

Poetic MC to ease the “mind”

Once you pay me then the show will be super fine

I mingle with the people because they are mine

Mic control to watch the time shout-outs… fifteen seconds that’s fine

Got to keep the fans alive I care not for barriers or yellow lines

Pay me & it will get bright poetic MC till the morning light

Unity together we strive without fights no payment then there is no might

My creative release is not free to bite

Trying to swallow more than you can chew

This will make your face turn blue

You really don’t want me to be rude

My wife and daughter I have in view

I seek payment for when I write something new

So they can have food like you too

Pay me stop trying to abuse me and misuse me

Pay me it’s the ending of your slavery

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