Discussion in 'the Onslaught' started by Insanevillian, Dec 23, 2003.
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Racism In America
Checkin' in. Good luck.
America the Beautiful
God shed is grace on thee...
too bad it was in the form of gaseous showers..
and a reign of Nazi powers....
O beautiful for spacious skies
To bad thine eyes being bind behind this cloak
Evoke attacks as Macs slung at back along with the wise-cracks
No slack. Jokes spawn as I sit and recite the Koran
So its assumed im fond of sadaam and my backpack holds a bomb
A simple “so long” is met as a threat and a call to my mom
How come I was born in Cleveland but still perceived as
An assailant knocked to pavement as kids pass
When I enter class and take a seat my greets a gasp
Hands clasp as if im laced with mustard glass and anthrax
As I stand theres a boom, the shout of “shes an Afghan” zooms
A red dot blooms on my forehead I’ll hit the floor dead soon
The moon consumes my sight I stare in a mans gracious eyes
Only in death can I set mine upon this beautiful spacious sky
I looked at the flag and gave a sigh
O beautiful for patriot dream
Dec. 23 2003 on the eve of Christmas eve calamity rules
We stand here fools to the tragedy happening at a local school
In apool lies my sister..let me back track im Akbar Ali
With rifle in hand I destroy the land that birthed me..
Burdened by the memories heckles and taunt haunt dreams...
Unable to quiet the bombs nor silence the screams...
But when I return from duty they’ll attempt to slew me with names
Im a scapegoat they lay blame on to justify they’re hate
Understand it is my brigade with the courage to fight...
And it was my brethrens blood I splattered to earn u the right
i should be angry im Embroiled in eternally unresolved conflicts..
Feathering bird in a filthy nests, blindly turning tricks...
A Prostitute of sordid death, paid for bullying the meek...
Who raised stained hands, to bat away the missiles that seek..
i fight for u and all the unborn seeds so they can be free...
All of a sudden bullets flee…I’ve once again been mistaken for the enemy
The flags and dog tags the last thing I see
Mine eyes have seen the glory
of the coming of the Lord,
To bad im only eleven
And the devils got his engine revving
Heaven has signed me up for an hasty wake
Seven days, behind a Pic-N-Save
I’ll be found, bound, and pasty faced
For goodness sake I couldn’t retreat he
Couldn’t escape left in a lake of my own feces
Sung to sleep by the slow decline of my hearts beat
Seems while on the beat got a tip
when an informant slipped
5 feet..black hair, brown eyes, big lips
Wife beat…sweats and wide hips
I fit the description
On this block who didn’t
So someone pulled the bitch card and pigs went fishing
Now im here wishing someone could hold me as im twitching
Best believe they aint leave before they attempted a sticking
Listen to my lungs whistle they punctured em…finally peace
Police take it as “one less welfare ni66a on the streets”
that’s all I’ll ever be
Look at the flag…”free” one thing I’ll never see
U may wonder
Why the flag is the last thing seen b4 slumber
In all the cases above
See the flags the emblem of this land we love
even if ur not the one with the gun
or the one who gave the shove
every one who just watches stands
has blood of injustice on their hands
Ill grant the extention... he might of thought 10 tonight...
My fault IV. I left GA last Friday, where I had computer and came back home to Tampa where I dont have a computer. This computer is temporary at my friends house. Again my fault, good luck Caine. Beat some ass ma.
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