Bounty on Assata’s head, Assasta Shakir Martha Stewart, frame and slavery, that’s America. Yesterday you paid taxes; today you fought for your country, tomorrow you in the soup line in your own beloved country. Blood, bones, and spiritless bags walk around like zombies, and look at me like why I got my head high. Get relentless get rich, the simplest man could put the simplest plan into play. The television is the shrine, and the people worship it. I predicted the new slavery back in 2005 with the piece “Oligopoly” and sure enough. Critical over commercial acclaim, nothing funny about your work making it to Morocco, back to Brazil, Seychelles, and Malaysia (I know). People can never say I act like I haven’t been anywhere. Even the U.S. Military, but you know what that’s about. When you from down under, K-town Illinois, might heard a rapper or two say it. Make a young black man feel good, even in Germany. The list of places that you are unfamiliar with goes on and on, and I thank you. There is nothing sloth about that. Strength of nine men doing eighteen things, it’s the unseen; I won’t have any hair at 30. As a young man labels me as being an overachiever, as I reply that there is no such thing. The breath is the blessing, the rest is up to you, and how much input you apply.
And how could one ever be a dime when you give it up at the drop of a dime? In today’s whack-economy a dime just doesn’t get you that far, lol. Women going for the highest bidder like they shit gold and climax diamonds, with the men on the forefront like vultures. But its funny I thought we left the auction blocks many odd years ago and the diamonds and gold in Africa.
By:
RW from the socially conscious website
BlackAwareness.net 
04-21-2007
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