"God made you in His image", be a god who's worth it. He was black, everlasting and true in His Heart. You can go there and here but what is it without your self-half. You can be sure of winning at being free, but you keep the game on, and eat it : after the white man, it's the white woman...so upstream of negro.



Upstream Of Negro



You wouldn’t engage in servitude
But you can’t channel your attitude.
Why going to obey uncrude,
Never ever obtaining your food.

You thought. They would pass you sating belongings
And with the trainings to get more, ‘forgot your true demandings.
How could you go past the white man, thinking their wives’re resolvings.
Hmm...!?


And you go more, ah ! Unseeing the bottom of your pit,
Standing up overseas, go !
And you throw more a not-thing of a forgiveness white-complete,
Landing upstream of Negro.


Proud of bein’ on top, impossibly aware of the heightfall.
We stand down, sure of ever-for being soil feet than “mind-install”.
He’s tall god and could tell you all so : they’re “slavery-enthrall”.
Why keeping on when they stop, unless you’re a fool-out extent haul.

So tell me where they could drive you next in the heartless intents ?
Life present hiding on that your soul lives breakups trends.
So, you go out of race, and your soulmate’s waiting..for the blends ?
You show no Africa’s, and your comrades there are the lambs ?


Are you so sure ?


And you go more, ah ! Unseeing the bottom of your pit,
Standing up overseas, go !
And you throw more a not-thing of a forgiveness white-complete.
Landing upstream of Negro.

And you tow more, uh ! Unfeeling the effort of a bit,
Handing up black deities’ foe !
And you know more, hi ! Not perceiving the next stage deceit.
Branding up heartful sis’ “No” !


Nobody told you not to speak to white lady, not even their guys,
But their show-us-what-you-can-do, so they may rob what it lies.
Ain’t you ever thought that wrong ? Your eventual white lover calling you toy as it sighs.
Boy ! Boy ! Get in the sides for a while and ponder over..the ocean of cries.

Which the white man says…and makes me jokery ya.

You wouldn’t engage in servitude
But you can’t channel your attitude.
Why going to obey uncrude,
Ever ever disobtainin’ your route…


And you go more, ah ! Unseeing the bottom of your pit,
Standing up overseas, go !
And you throw more a not-thing of a forgiveness white-complete.
Landing upstream of Negro.

And you tow more, uh ! Unfeeling the due deed of a bit,
Handing up binomees’ foe !
And you know more, hi ! Not perceiving the next stage deceit.
Branding up heartful sis’ “No” !


I’ll jokery ya !!!


Matedoors…


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