{THE DEEPNESS OF THE DARKNESS} ANGELS SPIT HOT FYAH
THIS BEAT GOES WITH THIS PIECE... BETTA LISTEN.
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And here we are again suspended in a dream as the world reality rolls along.... Here we are existing in a fantasy wrapped in swaddling clothes and painted white... Fucking illusion.
Here we are out here where we don't matter a fucking bit as the vehicles speed along passing us by and looking down pon we... Fucking disease.
All because we survived a virtual genocide... Beasts of burden and shit.
Here we are avoiding Malcolm, avoiding Nat, avoiding being a real soldier while killing our own in the streets... Fucking disease.
Here we are denouncing each other, niggas ain't shit and hoes ain't either... Black bitch betta get out my face.
Black history ain't shit cause it flipped has become chopped and screwed, slowed down and auto-tuned.
Pumped as the Antidote... Molly and a Pom Pom.
Burnt tire in the middle of the Ave.
Here we are still spinning in heavy rotation in the same fucking spot... Begging to be treated as hue-man when we clearly are not... Gotta evolve... To many bending on bowed knee praying to a white god... Eyes shut tight and worshiping ghosts.
Dancing round the pulpit and speaking non existent tongues... Fucking the people up.
Here we are not tapping into the melanin in our very skin... The magic that we possess.
The power of the sun... Supermen rising from the ashes... black queens the phoenix.
Here we are still singing and marching... Shoulda followed generals instead of preachers... War and peace so intertwined.
The most savage dance ever created as the Lion and the Gazelle awake pon the plain.
One gone live, one gone die... Brutal odds but they both gotta run.
What you gone be?
Hunter or hunted?
The day begins.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
