NEGRO OBSERVATIONAL...

Urban decay
worse than an earthen grave
when the world existent beyond this living plane
knows the hopeless live in shame
yet show emotional disdain
we, thus, become distant faces
dissipating in incrimination
pinning cases and rescinding living wages
how can we make it?
GOD doesn't exist in the project confines
where knowledge of self
knowing how to survive and what to do to ensure it
becomes insurance
was this Malcolm's grand plan?
was this what Martin fought to accomplish
we revert back to those dirt shacks
where kunta kinte sawed his own appendage to exit
now how many one-time goddesses and Nubian kings
are willing
to sacrifice their battered life?
for a rapper's life,
i bet they'll bet a rationed price.....
we are pawns in a game we can never win
where the sweat of our weathered skin
once formed rivers Mesopotamian
and formed lives where crescents were fertile
we have deserted
to abandon our grand kingdom
to wallow in the grottos of the lifestyles
of the poor and shameless
all i see
is desolation and the same shit
different toilet
fix the toilet
the same shit is broken
the house which was once a home is now a prison
of parental homelessness
so toddlers become men
and evolve through the process of gunfire
i can speak till my tongue's tired
but one voice in a crowd of a million children
makes no difference
when the singular screams positive
and the millions whisper negative
niggertive
the ties that bind us
aren't keeping us together
they keep us tethered to the ground of which we came from
that same one-room dirt shack
which we revert back
as an African nation...
i say we reclaim earth back
we are the original race with the ebony faces
they emanated from our loins
hours upon hours
translated into years,
then centuries joined
now a millennium and a generation later
we are the product of project dehabilitation
we conceal our nation
thus we have sealed our fates....