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Just Cause

It seems blues brothers love to give the youth a shot

Star bucks and donuts will get them back on the clock

Hard hearts too cold to let the jailhouse rock

With so many stories landing I’m losing the plot

Are the killings indiscriminate?

Are we born Criminals?

Are they shopping with body bags?

Are we looking for excuses?

It seems order pickers are easily recruited

I guess bullets are quicker than nooses

With the mixed fruits this con fuses

I guess bullets are best for a nuisance

Are facts always what truth is?

Some we live and let die while others say prove it

Were Eric Garner and Mike Brown, rotten fruit picked?

Like tunnel vision to a Cyclops, what WE feel is lucid

Then again….who’s WE?

Justice or Retribution?

If the news is the Bible and every tweet or status revelations

Should we consider what makes us demons or angels?

If you were the shooter, the thief or the rapist, have you got a right to rehabilitation?

Is justice what we live for or is retribution too fascinating?

If you were the shooter, thief or rapist,

Does a served conviction demand social castration?

Who should decide where you will pose danger?

Will your past be the past or an indelible stain?

Can you ever prove you’ve changed?

If forgiveness is a choice and nobody is perfect, how do we decide those that are worth it?

If the public eye is the product our passion or profession has gained in earnest

Are we now God’s among men?

Is raising the nation now our reasonable service?

Is the freedom to fall, freedom to make abominable life choices not human?

Since we’re all executioners before we’re the judge and the jury, what is the solution?

Justice or retribution?

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Who got tha Props

My umi says Shine your light on the world……
They made us hate our self and love their wealth
Shine your light for the world to see…….
Dear Madam Noire I want to be a world star
Hip Hop Hip Hop
We made us hate ourselves
Now we’re in rude health
It hits hard, hits hard
Divide by stealth
Now we gotta freeze hell
Big drop, Pit Stop,

I said
Do you know who hates black people?
Black people
In spite of a rich history we broadcast our misery
Our position be flippancy
If nobody knows the program why should folk love our frequency?
Instead of calling each other hoes and pimps why don’t folk play the game secretly
It’s Maybach Music
Never the corporation
So many crabs on the sure are we a cancer nation?
A plantation, with foundation
O#, so sick of sick with it I think I need some sanitation
Seems hate is our salvation
Why do we baptise in lies if we’re only saving face
I lift my hands in Oprah Praise
To Truth

Afro trendsetters only ever strived to be better
Yet we pray for equality like Eskimos for hot weather
Chicken don’t love eggs fried,
So hot under the collar it’s like your friend with your ex I
Speak life to race questions if we’re going to be winning
So many us and them mindsets we’re scratching records not spinning
Gunning, running and grinning, romancing and sprinting
Lancing the sinning when its really challenging perception
One true definition of blackness? Now that’d be immaculate inception

So mixed up we’re a mixed race with time to hate on the mixed face
Cooking souls like jerk chicken unless their hot on a mix tape,
Barack Obama, black father, white mama, married black so why bother
If he’d married Monica Lewinsky would he still be so honoured?
Why are we still so bothered it’s time I shot the songbird
Your weave comes from east Asia so you ain’t a boss you’re a product
A mollusc talking bollocks who strains for a look
Ain’t nothing worse than a half baked crook

So beat up by blackness I’m a maybe seal
If I love Garvey’s and Heidi Klums does that make me less real
Exercising demons for Jesus to take the wheel
Lets to talk about sex baby
Or I wont know how to feel because lately
All I hear is, it’s ok to like white people
As longs it’s the right people
Yet the way of these Chinese whispers I wonder if it’s ok to like people?
See lately…..I wonder could you be the one’s to save me
And after all ….
I promise to take the knives out my back when I learn to eat with your forked
Tongue
Can’t we all get along?
Respect one another?
I’m so enlightened I’m like Beyonce
Next album cover

I should of spat into a rubber cos you’d have heard me right?
Prefer to read me wrong
Someone could take me out tonight
Yet see for every open mike a brother’s lost his life
To a brother who got too hyped
Now his baby mother be turning dike
Wonder are the kids alright
Is the flash of a gun to be their only light
My fish for answers yields only tripe and I, I, I
Just can’t stomach it
I hate this function room
A bulb can grow or shine it ain’t just gotta be screwed
Just feed it the right food
Create the right environment
Administer a bit of discipline
Those rough edges will need less ironing

Being us it’s an in-fighting thing
Yet one we share with society is that
It’s scary that parent’s don’t even want to be parents
Rather children make an appearance in county court has new talent
We fed fire, get blackened, our George just lost to the dragon
I crack my egg in your basket stir in the mind of a mad man
Call on the piper of Hamlyn to fight the piper of gangland
Imagine taking some action, eschewing predator fashion
Beating kids at home so teachers don’t have to
It’s time to embrace humanity
Not everything need be coloured black true?
Seems all learn to smile so sweetly while privately hating you.
So being true to myself sometimes feels like pay per view
Tell me who got tha props.

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Bait

I’m not saying you’re easy

But you aint making it hard

The way you act to tease me

Aint getting this dark

I don’t mean to dislodge serenity

But you’re creating your image off a stolen identity

You wonder why eyes are cutting, automatic enmity

Cos your attempts to be indigenous

Fit in is based on ignorance

Yet you do it with all diligence like chameleon shark

Your whole dress and swagger are walks in the park

Swinging your bits to fling yourself at anything dark

You want to call yourself a Naija Girl

Once he fills you with his Naija world

All you want is that boom shack a lack

You want that big black *ock

Back shots giving head

Cos he made your body rock back

You want to call yourself a Yardie girl

Because he filled you with his yardie world

I aint saying you’re an easy target lady

But your chocolate orange tan wont match your mixed race babies

I got no problems with mixing races

But your simple flavours aint for my taste buds

I feel the buzz of a thousand stings

Blinding like the bling of a thousand rings

I see a bait-a-black and I hear a thousand dings

Avoid, Avoid! She’ll learn a thousand things

Playing one big game called arouse the kings

Who dares wins but I won’t play with her

She’ll take the W off woman and put it on Wigg-er

If it wasn’t for the law she’d say she loves her Nigg-er

Its not a case of Beyonce, Blondes or Bigger

It takes more than a figure to get the balance right

But this chick only hooks up with stereotypes

I should call her pasture blaster

Sony or Panasonic

Cos regular folk she looks past but anything hot black she’s on it

She’s a hole sale chav

Super sonic wag wannabe

But Wha Gwaan aint got Wog in it honestly

I aint saying your easy

But take some of the blame

Girls like you but the good ones to shame

If bait-a-black is your only game

What are you giving other than time body and name

See you might chat patois

Understand everyting

Speak to every trib e in their own tongue

but what do you bring?

Where is Your Culture

I’m trying to make you think

See any girl lost in me has to come black from the brink

Till then I’ll sing

I aint saying your easy

But you aint making it hard

The way you try to please me

Makes you a walk in the park

Said I don’t want to call you easy

But you don’t make it hard

Never want to call you easy

But you obviously are

Bait

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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

For I AM ME

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Struggle with Race

I do not struggle with your depiction of the purpose of my pigmentation

I do not struggle with your conviction that my decisions are indicative of self hatred

I do not toil and bubble with indignation because the objects of my attraction have not met your satisfaction

I do not struggle with race

My gums will not run to denigrate your choice of mate for who I date does not subtract from my self worth

See who I am… is defined by colourless values

Who I am…is defined by my environment where you can never be part of the furniture

Who I am…is purposed to strive and survive and further me before I burnish you

While you hurdle truth, I girdle those matters of fact

That self hate and self hurt comes your own self affliction, you say that you feeling stabbed in the back by convictions?

Well I embraced my predilections and found myself moulded by inscriptions that say it is not the strongest who survive but those who adapt to change

See my values are my reins,

They cannot be a fast track for your gains when you struggle with your inability to relate to my other side

And I will never be colour blind, blinded by colour whether yours mine or any other

Cos Sister this brother, does not struggle with race

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Bit of Black

I am not just your bit of black

I am not your chocolate chip

I am not your chunk of dairy milk

A taste of the exotic for you to come back from

I’m not your trip for a bit of long dong Winston

I’m not your few nights of all nighters

I am not your escape from being white or whatever race you claim to be

I’m not running to lose my sense of me only to pick It up when you find you

I am not your excuse to live a lie or ignore your own

I am sexy but I’m grown and I am not yours to own

I do not exist to explore the depths of your body and measure how loud I can make you moan

I am not your bit of black

I am not the dude who you cut slack like women who use their looks as their intelligence

I’m not your R&B / rap or soul fantasy

I am the reality of the hustle and the flow

I am the truth, I can be a light, I am day glow

My skin is brown and teeth are white

I stick around in stereo like music but the truth of my blues is that my plight is covert

Fighting the stereo type is my every day verse on fight the power

See you call me black but I’m not just a brother to the night

I am strength engrained in passion and pain

The paradox of endurance and actualisation scream my name

See me being your bit of black enslaves me awaiting freedom

When you release me do I go back to black?

Or do I flip you like a great record and make you my bit of day or white or Asian or light

How would you like that?

How many bits of black are trapped into being baby fathers?

How many bits of black are behind bars instead of making up the bar…as barristers and judges

Bits of black float around as caramel or fudges just to match folks fake tan

Yeah there are some bits of black you can call a waste man or a sperm donor

But then its not a black thing so check your motives and thoughts

For your bit of black may become a bitter black if he’s just a bit…of course

See this black could be big black, small black, fat, short or tall black

But I’m the whole bar and guess what I’m all black

But black is not a culture, black is not a being

If I’m reduced to a colour then what I am seeing …in you

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Freesstyle: Flash Black

Jumpin Jack Flash, they love our Black Flash
Lean on us like a back slash,
Get raw talented braggadocio all about to make cash
Yet like a cow to a Masai drain cash
Cos they’re pinned up like a thumbtack
Enslaved to chinese whispers about how they run that
Yet bad contracts, corrupt contacts stunt that
Life blood drained because they slash the vain
Get you insane in the membrane as they yank the reins
So many artists don’t have business brains
Stepping into the game being hustle trained will make you spaz out OJ,
Act a fool like OJ,
Yet its wise guys with sharp minds, not white guys, or bright eyes or curves, cleavage and nice thighs
Who see the ladder and climb
Aesthetics and substance must combine to be more devastating than Columbine
Kill your nightmares with a dream realised

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