The Elephant In The Room

why
isn't
anyone
saying
anything
about
this elephant
in
the
room
this enraged elephant smashing &
trampling bodies in its path of destruction
this right wing extremist elephant
that has most recently struck in four cities
in two months time with capital crimes
yet
no
one
is
saying
anything
about
the
tendencies
of
this psychopathic elephant
with its history of violence
this elephant which has even hunted lions &
hung their heads on walls as trophies
this elephant which has started more wars
but too few watch its movements closely
mostly because this elephant now rules the world &
schools boys and girls falsely promising that not one
will be left behind this elephant
who depopulates human kind
by design with refined eugenic plans
this hateful elephant
who espouses a false doctrine
about the supremacy of the white man
this klueless klutz elephant klan
who has hid behind white sheets
this fascist elephant nation of Aryans
which continue to breach the peace
this beast of an elephant released
in the streets to strike fear in the natives hearts
this grotesque excuse for a creature called an elephant
that is slowly tearing humanity apart at its seems
this sociopathic elephant willing to take life
to preserve the American Dream
this lone wolf obscene elephant hellbent
with malevolent intentions on increasing
tension to bring change to elements and conditions
for the detriment of those who stand in opposition
to its mission of resurrection Nazism
which wasn't nullified at Nuremburg
but shifted to fit the Novus Ordo Seclorum
herd of rabid elephant pack hunting
any unfortunate souls who is opposed to that
this demon possessed elephant who's nature
is a threat to earth's very existence
this great big
misogynistic
xenophobic
capitalistic
devil devoted
fascist
pluralistic
classless
narcissistic
unbalanced
materialistic
filled with malice
imperialistic
elephant sitting
dead smack in the center of attention
getting away with murder because
nobody wants to mention what evident
about this elephant
that's right here in the room...

Lil Nasty Girl

she said
"tonight don't you wanna cum with me
do you think i'm a nasty girl
tonight i'm living in a fantasy
i'm my own little nasty world
please please please"


lil nasty girl's just sixteen
but she got that blond ambition
plus she's blond and bitching
how there's no good young brothas to be found
so in turn she gets around town &
straight puts it down the best way she know how
bcuz her father's never been there to tell her
that if boys can get the milk
then they don't need the cow
so now she prowls for paramours
like a bi-sexual baby panther &
often finds herself with a pair or more
putting in work like a private dancer
popping ex for a sex enhancer
spreading her diseased love like a cancer
entertains the question what's up with you babygirl
as she's supplied with all the answers
for the scrubs in her eyes who ain't ballin'
bcuz to her a boss is about them streets
where they stay shot callin and fallin
so she's gotten all tatted up with the names
of those who came insider her now lost 
even claims she done some freaky thangs
with that rapper rick ross &
that his new trak touch'n you
is about her after she laid on her back
when in fact she's just another groupie
with a big booty and pretty face
long legs light skinned with plump breasts &
a slim waist lil nasty girl
she said she likes to let them taste the pudding
before they start the pushing &
then she turns over on all fours so they can see her cushion
gushing from the motion when she's open off that green
not knowing that she's a pimper's paradise
but she thinks she's just a sex machine
who's not ever expecting rings to be placed on her finger
bcuz she's an independent queen bee who likes to use her stinger
to bring her what she wants in place of what she needs
she's even flipped some birds and made them d boys some g's
dressed in stilettos and fatigues she's known to ride like a diva
no children yet because she swallows seeds and brags that
throats don't get no deeper than her's but it occurs her mother's
only twenty eight a single parent of three with hot pants
who just can't wait for late nights to escape life &
even replace wife of married men so just when she rolls out
that's what them hood nuts come smashing in with train's on they mind
but first she got to put the other two to sleep before them thangs intertwine
one time her mama even caught her giving brains to her spine &
told her she wasn't doing it right watch me blow the flames out that vine
but see the game was designed back in plantation times
when raping Black women wasn't strange or a crime
but today our sisters suffer from post-traumatic stress
combined with the behavior of our brothers which is outright disrespect
living fantasies while murdering planted seeds at planned parenthood
after coming home from strip clubs where philanthropy stands as errant good
where they make it rain like T-Pain playing songs by Lil Wayne
when in essence ain't nothing change because our women are still in chains
enslaved to the stereotypes cast upon them by the world
which is the reason why we we see so many lil nasty girls...

Days Of Delusion

they got scales on their eyes &
phones in their ears wondering
why their vision's tainted &
their hearing is unclear
plus they got shackles on their brain &

straight missing a heart that's the reason
they lack the courage to find light in the dark &
these the days of delusion when confusion
is thick with slick talkers spittin game
in the name of politics and on their side are
the preachers who pimp their congregations
for profits like Creflo Dollar who stays
stacking statements for the gospel of prosperity
as an apostle of the beast while communities
suffer disparity from the west to the east
its all the same we fall to shame because
we refuse to change our minds so as a result
we get played by a system who knows we
deaf dumb and blind which was designed
from the start of this country's part in world history
which if you understand then art of deception's
no more a mystery but a conspiracy in fact
which most refuse to see but what's to be expected
from a generation whose reality's based on TV

Shit Is Deep

niggas party till they full
bitches bark at all the rules
crackers take what's not theirs
gooks selling niggas hair
spicks working for peanuts
kikes taking up free cuts
wops do what the fuck they want
cops abuse and slay punks
today itz the way the world spins
something's wrong but we grin
acting like everything's all good
but we dumb as lumps of wood
so why we let things get this way
when ain't nothing free we gotta pay
so know that what we about to get
is just what we least expect
earth quaking under feet
sun giving off that heat
water flooding in the street
wind picking up in speed
fire raging all around
you hear that noise
what's that sound
i don't know but it's kind of odd
still fools don't believe in god
but call me on my smart phone
skipping school while home alone
cuz i ain't got a mind to learn
but pass that blunt so we can burn
man look at her that ass is nice
i don't care if she your wife
bcuz she licked her lips at me &
said she wants me to plant my tree
in her garden that's all wet
yeah she put these hickey's on my neck
so hate the game and not the player
plus i'm your pastor i'll just say a prayer
for you as i gave her h.i.v.
but know the truth shall make you free
plus its all about prosperity
jesus christ where is he
but hidden by the very church
that's supposed to keep you from the curse
although they haven't but what's worse
is that they stealing from your purse
just like them crooks on wall street &
the white house they all creeps
with these policies they call steep
measures made to make us fall asleep
as politicians are lying through their teeth &
preachers exploiting souls belief &
police are preying on the sheep
man wait a minute this shits too deep
hold up let me catch my breath
what you mean ain't much time left
i just got a wife and children &
we finally ready to start building
towards achieving the American Dream
yeah i know everything's not what it seems
but how you expect us to get all prepared
when you talking like this &
got us scared
dude man up and get a grip
lace up your shoes so you don't slip &
get ready because when it flips
the world's about to go on a trip
that's its never been on before
as a new order's at the door &
everyone who chose to ignore
the signs soon there will be no more
niggas partying till they full or
bitches barking at all the rules or
crackers take what's not theirs ir
gooks selling niggas hair or
spicks working for peanuts or
kikes taking up free cuts or
wops who do what the fuck they want or
cops who abuse and slay punks
today itz the way the world spins
something's wrong but still we grin
acting like everything's all good
when we numb as lumps of wood
so why we let things get this way
when ain't nothing free we gotta pay
just know that what we about to get
is exactly what we least expect

Political Philosophy

now you might mistake me for an anarchist
the way this black man marches
but my political philosophy
is more akin to that of Huey Malcom &
Marcus with dashes of Ben Ami
an Israelite Black Nationalist
in self-defense for my right of repatriation
intent on uniting my people until we're free
like a clenched fist victorious against imperialist domination
see my conversations are revolutionary
with hopes to change mind frames
because i'm an intellectual warrior
whose weapons are ideas that are threats
on the thought police's crime range
while with hidden agendas politicians seek to find fame &
fortune by proclaiming promises they know they won't keep
forging opinions on campaigns by selling dreams to the people
so that all Americans stay asleep to the discreet lies
which Wall Street hides as they deplete lives
so the elite can rise above the tides of awakening
taking place throughout planet earth
that's presently turning about and in the words of King
to Belfonte before his demise "i'm afraid that we've been
integrated into a burning house"  so I don't know
what you expect staring into your TV set
watching talking heads spin propaganda behind the camera
for this New Banana Republic of America
but then have the nerve ask me why I haven't
registered to vote for some false messenger of hope
whose competitor has the same creditors
behind the scenes pulling their strings with a rope
a quote from brotha Malcolm
"both parties are controlled by the same people
who have abused your rights and have deceived us with
false promises every time an election rolls around"
but we expect a different outcome &
then wonder how come it didn't happen
while for some reason we're still on the wagon
with the clowns dragging us down
who watch us drown on political sinking ground
as we confound goals with ballots agendas with
puppets who have talents speaking about budgets
balanced and elimination of glass ceilings when in
reality the status quo will never change until
from grassroots come class suits of collective action
organizing mass groups to cast truth into soil
so at last fruits worth consuming will be produced
in an effective fashion so perspectives found in
compassion can govern the globe everlasting
like the Kingdom spoken of by the one impaled on
a Roman contraption for challenging the Roman faction
that now is still clashing with an idea whose time
will inevitably become the reality
that all of creation will eternally know
to break up the course of this Nazi Germany flow &
for those who throw titles trying to identify
my political philosophy or consider me enigmatic
allow me to distinguish myself on the political spectrum
as a supporter of a system that's based in Torah and theocratic...

Rain Fall

rain fall from heaven
quenches earths thirst
bringing life to barren womb
a much needed drenching
of the most essential element

a cleansing of impurities
that have stained soil
like blood spilled from
clay vessels riddled with holes
from hot lead leaving life
cold and empty on pavement
what newness is brought forth
only has a few short seasons
to see the sun and reach toward
its light as the fires of life burn
within and shine like stars
in the heaven until they fall
from the sky and burn out
awaiting to rise from the ground
like precipitation recycled

The End of Now

perhaps it is the end of now
as wind cuts with each gust
letting blood congeal benath
blue moons and derecho
storms in the asian woes &

birthpains of earth quaking
from drone strikes &
genocide on african lands
have we forgotten put mitzrayim &
kush were too Noah's offspring
that canaan's curse was just
for a generation while gehazi's
was perpetually leper clad
spotted like vitiligic flesh &
albino phenotypical self hatred
caucus asians reflect on
europa's abduction &
boast of romulus's murder
of his brother remus
brutus like with caesarian
incisions perfectly assassinating
truth so that all that remains
is american dreams and
haunted demonic houses
abandoned by the souls
who once inhabited the
so-called free land where
bravery was hid behind sheets
terrorizing the children lost &
scattered to the four winds
as if prophetically foretold
yet unfilled redemption
is the approaching morn &
if you look to the horizon
you can see the sun rising
in the east

What Prophecy Is This

what prophecy is this but
that of ages old futures untold
by seers who beheld the unseen
some strange event unfolding
scrolls of archaic aramaic tongues
...

inspired by sacred wind and
eternal fire from the One
this rainbow after flood
aboard an ark for preservation
experience wrapped in
philistine foreskin circumcized
like goliaths head by a shepherd boy
with slingshot and stone and
this is not a fable of mythological
proportions or some ancient legend
but the ever present now
of time unending yet inching
closer and closer to the moment
of revelation and judgment
of principalities that have covered
the son with a robe of darkness
this is the gentile version of kingdom
a nocturnal emission of imperial
dreams hung from unholy roman
beams and crucifixes
these are the days of king herod
wishes and pilate orders with
unwashed blood stained hands &
cursed offspring in the name
of virgin mary and muhammad
these are obelisk and pentagram
designs by freemasonic minds
who worship fallen angels &
plan war for the unveiling of hell
on earth
these are the days of satyr births &
seedless fruit where greed is truth &
visionless profits reign in vanity
how can it be that the wicked prosper &
monsters rome free like wolves who
prey on sheep or priests who penetrate
the innocent inner core of uranus
deep is the mystery of iniquity
which many simply never discover
so as mothers murder their children &
men become more like women
the signs in the heavens are
revealing that we are approaching
the great day for seen by those
who possessed inner vision
but to the natural mind these
things are hidden as a pearl
while it is known by few who
are in but not of this world

Falling Empires

london city falling down
with the pound
usa ground
soon to be lost
never found
...

vatican intrigue
rules the world...
and so all roads lead
to the rothschild's rome &
the rockefeller's un
present conditions
are preparations for ruin
picturesque of the plan
of the great whore
seated upon a beast
with golden cup
intoxicating the
entire world with
democratic blasphemy &
nuclear armaments
but most brush aside
the nazi inspired
mind contol projects
paperclipped &
classified by alphabet agencies
hellbent on resurrecting
the unholy imperial rule
of Caesar so that all render
everything to the viper of christ
including the souls of light
but stop feeding the beast
that loves to consume life &
know that power concedes nothing
without a worthy fight
but the vicory will eventually
to those who are in the right
bcuz might instills fear
while love builds respect
but we in a Malthusian world
so what else is there to expect
but bloodthirsty leaders
who do whatever for the power
vatileaks showed the world
the times we in at this hour
as sour grapes have been crushed
and spilled over from the wrath
earth is in her birthpains
about to have a bloodbath

Controversy

i spark that controversy
because the lies that hurt me &
my people got us deaf dumb & blind
with eye's in dark like chocolate hershey &
power ignoring cries for mercy

as the evil breath deceptively numbs minds
its time to raise our voice like trumpets &
change the ways so truth's triumphant &
justice covers the earth as waters do the sea
let's bring souls from the grave by choice to the summit
so that light gets blazed times one hundred
and we give birth to sons and daughters of destiny
bcuz it's the land lords vs the peasantry
who are deceived and vote helplessly
like those with felonies who seek for grace & pardon
caught up in man's words with all its pleasantry
torn between an earthly kingdom and the one heavenly
ignoring the legacy left by Life after the disgrace in the garden
with hardened hearts and hollow souls
attacked by Spartan's Trojan Horse which is Apollo's foal
swallowed whole by the darkness like the dead in She'ol
over head is the eagle who looks down on the people
who seeks ways to carry out the evil plan
to make tomorrow cold like nuclear winter from war that follows
and the time we're on is borrowed &
no moment is guaranteed as we proceed to day
when all is restored to the rightful order and we obey
the Spirit of truth within so that we overcome the impulse of sin
then redeem earth from the corruption its under
so that all men can transcend

Lil Nappy Head Nigga

lil nappy head nigga is a

critter who never had a chance from day 1

this raisin in the sun

raised in the slums

lives by the gun &

will more than likely die from

a bullet wound inflicted

by the hands of another

lil’ nappy head nigga

or the trigger happy finger

of a badge wearing

swastika tatted

deputized neo-nazi fascist

law official representing figure

who worships Adolph Hitler

baby boy grown into a bitter negro

weary from the game main

where the only rule is survival &

the most viable use

for pages of the  bible

is to spread the herb & blaze

it’s a damned shame how

this young thug’s trapped

in the projects

like a lab rat in a maze

filled with rage

his only thought of rehabilitation

is in the concrete cage

or the grave…

lil nappy head nigga is a

5^th generation descendent  

of an enslaved Afrikan

who never allows his mind

to travel back to then

so as his life passes him

he’ll never see the legacy

of resistance his forefathers

left for him

only a vicious cycle of death

so what’s left for him

is the absence of the reality

that Malcolm Marcus & Martin

willingly gave up their breath for him

sole control of his own space & time

bcuz he’s become

the true American Psycho

brainwashed taken out of his mind

stripped of his identity &

given the perpetual title of boy- b.o.y.

Branded Owned Yoked-b.o.y.- boy  

then employed by the government

to exterminate his own kind

by infecting his sistas with H.I.V. &

against his brothas

committing malicious acts of h.a.t.e. &

you can B.E.T. that to

the system’s program & design

he’s blind-UNCUT

for all Blacks Entertained by

Television are ignorant of the signs

So never will he find

the answer to all of his pain

bcuz the quest he seeks

is purely for monetary gain

slangin crack cocaine to the villagers

who also seek for Nirvana

but end up with their life line

cut short like Curt Kobain

robbed of their prana &

a ghetto pillager is

the devil’s work for sure & plain

but when asked by his momma

to reconsider his course &

beware his fate

he tells her that he has no desire

to be conscious  

bcuz it’s too much work for his brain

so it’s too late for this…

lil’ nappy head nigga 
who is a

out of control urban warfare guerilla

force to be reckoned with

on the scale of Godzilla

for real a programmed sociopath &

pathological killer

strapped with AK’s to enforce his rate

prodigal & pompous

backed by a venomous militia

more lethal than 22 black mambas

ssslithering around town with

11 baby mamas & 13 seeds-all illegitimate

surrounded by drama which are

just by- products of his misdeeds

morally indigent

as tomorrow’s blood he stay’s spillin’ it

with a soul on ice &

a conscience seared as if with hot rod

numb with no thought or

concept of my God, my God, my God!!!

so guilt he’s never feelin it

yet between death & life he’s spliced

the result of constant negativity & vice

though subconsciously aware

that one day he’ll have

to pay the price for his conduct

he’s stays corrupt to the core

plus he keeps his mind clouded  

by weed smoke to ignore &

cloak the madness that surrounds

while around his throat

an unseen hand chokes the hope

out of his body until he fades out

into the utter  blackness &

eternally falls down

but get this 

its out of the abyss of Blackness

that his greatness must ascend

like his ancestors who rose

from the bowels of slave ships

despite the conditions they were

faced with & thrust in

it becomes too much for him when

their cries fill his dreams

haunted by their screams

he fights to keep his eyes open &

not fall asleep

bcuz he’s terrified by the visions

of violent ghosts that visit

him at night covered in white sheets

 spreading terror through his hood

by leaving behind strange fruits

dangling from acacia wood

tormented by the apparitions

but masquerading around

as if everything is all good

claiming that he wouldn’t

obey civil laws even if he could &

that’d he’d rather fall

victim to the streets

instead of meet the penile

boasting that he’s got

a right to be hostile

meanwhile

he remains unclean like a herd of swine

dined upon by infidel gentiles

ranked top amongst the percentile

of juvenile delinquents sentenced

to incarceration instead of receiving

the congratulations of graduation

which are clear effects of the nation’s 
miseducation of the negro

so live vile & evil is this  

lil nappy head nigga who is a

river that flows to break down the unity

of the community like bile

in the belly of the beast

a 40 oz swigger

menace to society marked by impiety

unleashed to disturb the peace

known to raise a ruckus in the streets &

pay off police

so they can ease up the off the beat

but supply his team with product & heat

to squash the beef  

until his enemies that compete

for the #1 seat are deceased

so the vicious cycle of death repeats &

the cannibals of the concrete jungle 
continue to eat the dark meat

of every lil’ nappy head nigga…