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B.A.Nning Order

Still by my skin tone I should have a sports team or a ring tone

Yet for years I was skin and bone because I walked to work unable to afford the bus home

But I am not your broke ass negro

When it comes to relations I’ve been alone

Disowned by my own

Made to feel a sell out because I didn’t buy into narrow minded sing-a-longs

I like chocolate vanilla and cinnamon

But I am not your broke ass negro

The walls are speaking I feel them breathing

My life leaves some grieving about underachievement

I’ve had to patch and weave things to survive and feed me

They snipe and lead me like a big cat to the Zambezi

Try to drown me in comparison, liken me to Audley Harrison

But I am not, your broke ass negro

I am not your broke ass negro I am that brother fighting to live

Not your gym class hero, just a lover dying to give

My equities zero but I’m nouveau riche

Just capitalist minds won’t measure me on the populist list

Yet I seek to better me

Some just want a better me, while others try to feather me

Tickle my ego, stick in the needle be infused with my substance as here we go

Get off on my supply and leave me to die,

A reluctant broke ass negro

If I was broke I’d be dead but my heart is still beating

I’ve taken some beating but this egg will be an omelette when it’s done heating

See along the way I’ve had to go to some wild places and gain some flavours

I’ve had to up my skill level, change some behaviours

I’m aware of my flaws I want to be loved for my plus points

Instead of being derided for being an urban myth, a great man that never wasr

Don’t take this as unsubstantiated moans cause

I’ve learned to be patient but I wont tolerate the

Lack of respect for the struggles I face the, position in my race

In my lane I keep the pace

I’m not working at your favourite pizza place

I’m not sitting on my backside with 4 kids by 3 women playing Xbox

I’m not hustling my number none hit at the train station with the immortal question

Yo blood, do you like hip hop

I respect the hustle and I don’t feel a hero

But I’ve got 2 degrees with the strength to keep knocking on the door of a career so don’t you dare label me a broke ass negro

Don’t say it with your eyes, with your heart, with any of your body language

I want to be able to do more than treat myself to a subway sandwich

See I’ve planned my years around career progression

Avoided holidays like science homework then we’ve hit recession

Hit the rocks of stress but never sunk into depression

So to the guys with relatives who say when folk ask what you do – don’t tell them

To the guys that work hard and don’t get the recognition they deserve I hope you have or find someone that makes you happy and helps you be your best

To the guys that regardless of how hard life hits them they get up strengthened

Hear my expression and adopt or lengthen

I am not your broken negro

You need to mend your ego, give it an abortion

I refuse to be a broken man, I strive for bigger portions



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Beating my cobbled path

I write with so much emotion my by line is graphical
Poetry biographical
Trying to write in measured tones but it really wont graph at all
Can’t really do the math at all
Some days its a challenge just to live, the bar I can’t grab at all
Can’t raise my chin let alone my game
Moving up and out is my main aim
I switch my target cos I’m being framed
They say reliability is my middle name
Are they insane
Dumb office political games, I observe for my own gain
Got the nerve to not pay in
Buy in to their sayings and yet I wont lie dormant
They try to up my performance, grind me into conformance
I soak up the knowledge let wisdom guide me to what the norm is
Prostituting my self worth just to keep a roof over me
I’m sick of folk saying I’ve got potential it must be trapped in life’s ovaries
I’ll bust a gut and a nut but still I get done over
If I play dumb is that my 4 way clover leaf?
I’m numb to the knowledge thief
Wise to the heart raider
Some times they say “you deserve the best”
my response  is yeah …if you say so
Their truth is pure day glow it fades away at night
I keep on the social radio get a laugh at the dire tripe
Hit them up with a diatribe
Yeah they’ll die a tribe
Kill em with the know and ascend to higher heights
Is it all it in the game or just a simple way of life
For I’m too battle hardened to be treated like a bambino
Sweeter than Campino,
Old school like the beano
Fed up with being treated like a fake field goal, or a spare anchor
So for self sharpening tool the ego has landed
It’ll be humility branded, my path to glory is along the rocks
I hope you love my paradox
You’ll bruise your soul in my shoes if you aren’t blessed with power socks

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