The rose that grew from the concrete has
Trampled under the soles of soul
death dealers in black & whites.
Shining red & blue lights,
modern day troglodytes.
Preying on the darker skinned Wombman
& Men, known as Gods & Goddess
Digesting the powers of the universe,
in an attempt,
to control the vast reaches of our
endless limitless design.
Attempting to cleanse the racial divide.
Behind the white hoods & demonic eyes,
their miseducation; jealousy & gluttony
Destroying our history,
Erasing our legacy,
They captured our past lives....
reprogramming our minds.
Directing assassination on all of whom
BUT OUR VIBRATION IS TOO GREAT!
No longer able to control our weaker trait.
With your badges,
you now murder by
way of asphyxiation....
Chokeholds in handcuffs and hands
around our throats.
All self inflicted or accidental,
this is the explanation scribed into the
Every 28 hours we are murdered by this
Generational ghost of the hooded
good ol' boy Christians.
Who feel that the melanin population,
has taken over & raped their women.
That thinks that we need to go.....
Is picking us off one by one.....
Contracted: Black Lives
From traffic stops to emergency calls for
To riding a bike while being black.
Gods & Goddesses,
our essences is under extinction...
Deconstruction & the destruction of what
The known is that rose that is trying to
grow from the concrete...
All the while,
the weeds are contributing to our
CONTRACTED: BLACK LIVES