I destroyed the all Seeing Eye

In its devilish disguise,

You walk around and praise it subliminally to its meteoric rise,

But in my eyes,

You niggas still don’t realize,

What pain is subject and it shall pass,

The falling of a dawning of America’s past,

The ceiling that was glass

Inferiorities of Plato and Socrates,

They were men fuckin each other,

Not just so called scholars,

Stealing the African's mathematics and placing Greek above it,

If you found out Socrates was black, I don't think you would love it,

That would be the jagged glass and scrap metal I don’t think you could stomach,

Finding out that Julius Caesar was more than a tyrant,

A man that loved his wife and also fucked men,

The same ways that all high degree masons could all be homosexual

The men cloaked in dark vales fuckin each other in festivals,

The tyrannical sabbatical irrational classic,

The times I ran through my life wanting to be American,

I must have been a target

A fuckin sheep to believe that America is really my nation,

The same place that killed off the Native Americans,

And still supports segregation,

That’s why your black or Latino son or daughter gets dirty looks at their majority of a school that’s all Caucasian,

Or when you go to that five star restaurant and they claim they lost your reservation,

It’s because you’re colored which means you have dominant genes, and your genes aren’t recessive

The pain a white man feels when he finds out that nigga got his daughter pregnant,

Or when his teenage son plays nothing but hip hop,

They realize in their minds that this black movement must stop,

So they call their local news station to put your ass on display,

Saying you steal from their home and rape their wife and daughter almost everyday,

It’s the white man’s greed,

That has killed our knowledge of our dominant seed

By 2050, the whole world will be brown, the white man’s population will not lead.

To fall away from this past is far beyond the reaches of reality
Looking beyond the world sporadically
I saw the subjects of kings and tyrants die in tragedy
More like blasphemy
Because the tyrants considered themselves gods
More like deities
The kind that use your minds for experimentation
The troubles and mis fortunates of a nation
Seeing the white ooze fall back from my eyes
Not my penis, not masturbation
I ask her for one chance to see if we'll have some relation
But all I got in the conversation
Was the jargon of miscues from a woman misbehaving
Perplexing it is to see you wanting me beyond my physical attraction
You bask in your arrogance and never seen the real reaction
The reaction I felt to the cold shoulder you left for me to cry on
The jagged darts and katanas you left for me to walk on
The bombs and missiles you left for me to say goodbye on
Or the noose and chopping block you left for me to die on.

Welcome To Your Ending.

Song of the Moment:
"Fuck You Lucy" by Atmosphere

Thanks for all of the reasons I kept you around as a friend
Thanks for the reasons I should have left you deep within
Thanks for the pain I felt for being so blunt
Thanks for showing me you're nothing more than a selfish cunt
Regardless of what you say
I came over 3,000 miles away
To actually think I would see you today
But then I realized
You weren't even worth the trip
The stupid ignorant bitch
The selfish thoughtless Trick
The scars and scrapes they itch
When you basically spoke in vermilion reasons
Another broad that claimed to be cool as Spring seasons
But colder than December
The words you spoke last night
My face disfigured
Now I see
I should remember
That I should have never gave a fuck about you
My skin peeled back
Muscles no longer strong
But weak and tender
Burning and scared
My soul feels lost
Another genocide feathered and tarred
But all you were was another synthentic bitch
As I hang from this noose
Trying to captivate my world
Body swaying in the horizon
Gasping from the truth.
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There was really a strong motivation for writing this piece right now off the top of my head, but I am ironically not going to be blunt. Thanks for being my muse on this subject!

Six Months Wasted.

I would honestly like to thank Barbie for showing me that you overly materialistic poshly pampered fuckin synthetic broads aren't worth my time.
Please do enjoy your poem!

The difference between black rich and poor
Is your personal wine cellar and our corner liquor store
An Uncle Tom ass nigga murdered Sadaam, little niggas
For a white man's capital and even galore
This alcohol in my veins
Disturbed and detached
Therapy to my pain
She nonchalantly through my body in from of a train
Disguised the demon
With heavy make-up and Prada pumps
I've scrapped my whole fuckin' life for food
While you niggas ate four-course meals like Donald Trump
The media's cloned-out manufactured
Capitalist's Barbie
Lavish clothes, cars, and shoes
Cover up her insecurities
She finds someone that cared about her
To only sabotage their interaction
Helped him size his neck to his noose
Eventually he was gaspin'
Abandoned me righteously
Because I couldn't afford her heavy price tag
Daddy cloaked Barbie in precious silks
I grew up in cloth and rags
My existense and survival not based on
A bank statement
I don't need hella money to be content
I don't think you get my gist
She could talk about clothes and handbags for hours
Then ridicule me for my politics
You can dress me
And cloak me
Even do my hair and make-up
Boughi niggas with no morals
Uncle Tom bitches existense
Measured by clothes and money
Even the car you drive
Spent over $5,000 on clothes this year
To cover up that weak mind and plastic personality
Hating me for being so different
Me just a poor black nigga
Merely strictly from the hood
While you fuckin' eating proper meals
We eatin' breakfast cereal for dinner
And you wanna say I'm an actor
Because I don't feel the need to
Be a conformist
A material label whore like you
I read things with substance
A little beyond your understanding of Vibe mags and Cosmo
But to you I am a leper
I'm not one of the "cool, normal people"
I guess I couldn't afford your friendship
I wasn't BET minstrel show field nigga enough
I would rather read the truth of the world
Then be enthralled with the latest new Sambo Bamboozle nigga snap dance
Overpublized piece of shit
Manufactured crap slave music on TV
I picked up, through the synthetic bitch in the Pacific
Another Barbie
She said we're so different
The Brit bitch
She said we weren't getting on
She said I could easily be replaced
And then my Barbie was gone.