The Revolution Mind

by Anthony Leonard Pierre

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My writing creativity is fueled by knowing that 'Time' is a most powerful medicine. It's free yet priceless. And when it seems that all else has failed, take 'IT' - Time, then have a long talk with Self and call yuh Pickney dem. I did ... seen ..!

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released March 30, 2015

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Track Name: Label Me... a Failed Man (126)
A FAILED MAN - 126

Somebody
please understand
although My Intentions
were good
to de ... Pickney Dem de’Young Bloods
I never
always - provided
an’ heaven knows
to Their Mothers
I’ve given
many - a sleepless nights
given many ... a sleepless nights, sleepless nights.
But, if I could open
the pages
of My Mind
and one - could feel
the beats
of My Heart
the world
would know
from - My - point-of-view
I wanted
so much
to be
that - perfect Man
a Father, a mighty Provider
a Shoulder, a~a~a Lover
a Painter of Mine Own Collage
an~n~nd a ... Friend
Father and ... a Friend, Friend.
But somewhere - somehow unexplainable
I got lost
on Life’s tracks
I had My Hands out
but no-one took them
I opened
My Eyes to see
but the way was clouded
an’ I made out nothing
although I tried - persistently

I’ve tried
so hard ... to place
My every - daring Steps
but someone - something - some feared phobia
keeps moving and water-colouring
the pebble stones
which mark the right - pathway
mark the right ... pathway, pathway.

Now ... here I stand
a shell of-a-Man
I have
so~o~o … much pride an’ boastfulness
I show
no shame - although
in My Mind
I’m tearing Myself
apart - with blame
for I ... wanted so -- to leave
for My Lovers and Future Ones
A - BETTER - WAY
for I wanted so~o~o
to be - a perfect Man
a Daddy, an impressive Bringer
a Guiding hand, a~a~a Sweetheart
an Artist of Mine Own Perplexity
and ... a Buddy
Friend and ... a Buddy, Buddy.

Somebody
please understand
an’ don’t label Me --
A - FAILED - MAN
an’ don’t label Me --
A - FAILED - MAN
no! no! no!
fe’de Pickney Dem sake de’Young Bloods
and the Egotism that feeds I
you - don’t label Me - a DISAPPOINTMENT
don’t distress I ... in the statue of a FIASCO
don’t look at I ... in the status of DISGUST
don’t glance disenchantment at My Presence
you - don’t label Me - a FAILURE.

I’ve had to
deal with ‘man’
humankind and their
ways and dreams
and because the Determination
of My unbendable Modesty
has ALWAYS brought a-shame
to their distrust - in I
and they are STILL entrapped
in their - lack of
knowledge - untraveled and inexperienced psyche
as to why I Step
My next awakened Dream
they’re “a-choken” on CUPIDITY’S vomit
so within the company
of hate an’ grudge-fullness
they’re plastering I Ways
with bad-vibes and resentment - as
in jealousy their dreams nightmare on envy
are to have I
give-up in the misery
of complacency an’ feel-sorry-for -- with them
instead: by the drudgery of not givin’-up
I’m determined to be
I - Somebody - consequently
I forge on in I Dreams
with nothing else to lose
and the realities to manifest
for My surging Future
so I look forward to
the spoiling - MAD
of My - Grand Ones
the spoiling - MAD
of My - Future - as
I wanted
so much
to be
that - perfect Man
a Papa, a mighty Provider
a Backbone, a~a~a Beloved
a Dancer of Mine Own Confusion
and a Companion
Dancer and ... a Companion, Companion.

It’s not on alleluia’s faith
nor a glass-eyed follow
after another’s fading ripples
but a determination
for My Pickney’s Survival
why ...
that’s why
I must STILL go on --
so as I pass ... a’de by
oh somebody please
I am the FIRST to acknowledge
Mine Own Hypocrisy
the FIRST to acknowledge
the hypocrisy - I live
as STILL - I beckon
I’m the River-by
I flow to fertilize
your pondering quest
questing as to why
We both seek an answer
as to why ...
but ‘cross’ I - and
an’ I’ll suck de’livin’ daylights
don’t mess wid dis Dread
a PRODUCT Aloysius Bad-Bwoy from Marvely
of an environment
a Dreamer Derelda Walker’s Grand Son
who lives by the realities of
Mine Own - Nightmares
knows that
Life is never lived
until your grand-ones - EAT
until your future leans on
to survive from your
working hands
so~o~o ... for the things I Meditate
somebody
please understand
an’ don’t label Me --
A - FAILED - MAN
please understand
an’ don’t label Me --
A - FAILED - MAN.

Somebody
please understand
although My Intentions
were good
to de ... Pickney Dem de’Young Bloods
I never
always - provided
an’ heaven knows
to Their Mothers
I’ve given
many - a sleepless nights
and so - many have chosen disappointment
to label My Presence
as I waged
a burdened responsibility
to listen humbly
without the arrogance of Mine Own Egotism
whilst stepping “boastedily”
in My admitted Ignorance
as ... of the lifeboat
not only am I captain and crew
I’m its lone rescued … Survivor
lone rescued … Survivor, Survivor.
But -- if I could ... from
My - point-of-view
share My Intent
to be
that - perfect Man
a Father, a reliable Source
a Partner, a~a~a Precious
a Praying partner and a Champion
then somebody
you would see ...
De’Blood~Klaat Obeah - Anthony
Obeah Akkompong - Leonard
Akkompong to Pussy~Klaat - Pierre
you would see ...
De’Blood~Klaat Obeah Akkompong to Bumbo~Klaat
Anthony Leonard “Aloysius” ... Pierre
is I - is I - is I ... I.
Derelda Walker’s Grand Son - Donald Pierre’s Bwoy
a’ wyan’a Da~Da’s Bwoy - de’wyan who gu’wey a-america
wid ‘Im Mod’da - Prame Myrtle Reid - seen.
Track Name: Modern Legalized Slavery (138)
LEGALIZE “SLAVERY” - 138

The job most BLACKS do
is worse than
traditional “slavery”
‘cause … in traditional “slavery”
You work like an animal
expecting nothing substantial
and the little SALT that is needed
for DAILY SURVIVAL
has been - provided
for You.
Mi dey workin’ everyday
work, work, work
an’ nuh work nah done
to rebuild I Home.
Fit profile ... a only one profile Mi ‘ave
an’ si Mi yah - ready fe work!

Modern legalized
liberalized “slavery”
Blacks have become
“RENTED PRODUCTS”
because, a minimum wage
is SET to insult OUR intelligence
from that wage
You have to
pay rent - buy food and
see - to the welfare of a Fam’ly
the “slaverising” of Our labour
comes when
You have to WORK this week
to catch-up
on the LAST two months’ bills
thus using the gadgets of society
as a bait
to keep YOU at the grinding wheels
the non-benefit of this task
forces many
into other means of survival
no wonder
so many are prostituting themselves

satisfying a societal lust
while the basic is without reach
turn to
drugs and other forms of
flat - foot - hustling
just to EXIST.
Work, work, work
an’ dah work nah done
to elevate I Own.
Rent raise, telephone sky-high, bus fare gone-up
food - Mi soon a’fe nam out’a de’neighbour’s garbage
light bill gone way too high an’de heat soon cut-off
everyt’ing gone-up
suh how comes Mi only get ONE raise.

Note: HUSTLING
is a risky way - of survival
because:
they have TACKED on their labels of
socially acceptable and unlawful
and as
makers - keepers
and enforcers of
THEIR racist laws
they have ensured themselves
the right to do wrong
by We
Blacks then
END-UP in dungeons
wasting Their most formative years
while ‘they’ an’ the “uncle toms”
have all - ‘the good jobs’
‘dey’ - an’ - de - “uncle tom - negroes”
have ALL~L - ‘the good jobs’
Mi dey workin’ everyday
work, work, work
an’ nuh work nah done
to rebuild I Home.
Bonus when?
didn’t you make a profit every week
suh why Wi a’fe wait
till once-a-year
an’ even den - it nuh guarantee.

To further insult
YOUR Intelligence
and bite away at YOUR Pride
a raise is given - YES!
but that never seems
to match the rising cost
of everything else:
a presumed change in
spending habit
and an impatient move
in class-status
is blocked in mental utopia
as higher deductions
from the paycheck
slides and insults You
backwards
to start the dream - over
again
oh, they explain
it’s because You are launched
into a higher tax-bracket
that’s to balance the budget
they proclaim
SHIT~’OUSE
the rent already too high
and if You miss one payment
You’ll find Yourself amongst the ‘dogs’
on the street
WITH NO - COMMUNITY SUPPORT
- TO HELP YOU ALONG -
the utility bills
which You are trapped into using
have never failed on arriving
MONTHLY an’ on time
the Baby-sitter needs an increase
She TOO ... has a Fam’ly
but You are to feel rewarded and grateful
because ... at least
YOU have - “a pay check”
and that means You - Blacks
have come - a long way
a long way from
TRADITIONAL “SLAVERY”.

A’who a’ FICA?
suh if Mi never sick all’a last year
why Mi a’fe pay more insurance dis year
dem a’guh gi’Mi back Mi money
an’ de’interest too?

WHO THE FUCK
THEY THINK THEY’RE FOOLING
WHO - DO - THEY - REALLY - THINK
THEY’RE FOOLING?
Work, work, work
an’ dah work nah done
to elevate I Own.

They’ve replaced the chains
with their bills of utilities
[and with their treats of supply
of such services]
they continue to CRACK
their whips.
Mi dey workin’ everyday
work, work, work
an’ nuh work nah done
to rebuild I Home.
Uniform allowance
suh why dem tax it
a’ naked dem want Mi com’a work naked!

Note: the interest tacked-on
onto any transaction
continues to keep YOU
at their mercy
and the threat
of their “dollar-collector”
isn’t that
just like an overseer
girting onto a jugular?
oh yes
least We forget
there is - the social security number in the u. s. of a.
the national insurance number in Jamaica
in any, industrialized country
there is - a NUMBER

always there
to keep You SHACKLED in pace
that way:
BINDING YOU -- LEGALLY
all Your days
as prostitutes to their “SLAVISH” shit~stem
while they continue
as CAESAR “pimperizing”
to live-off
the EXPLOITATIVE FAT of the Land.
Mi dey workin’ everyday
work, work, work
an’ nuh work nah done
to rebuild I Home.
How Mi gwan get experience
if yuh or sumady nuh hire Mi
how yuh reach whey yuh dey - ever consider dat!

The jobs most BLACKS do
is worse than
traditional “slavery”
‘cause in traditional “slavery”
You work like an animal
expecting nothing substantial
and the little SALT that is needed
for DAILY SURVIVAL
has been - provided
for You.
Work, work, work
an’ dah work nah done
to elevate I Own.
fit profile ... a only one profile Mi ‘ave
an’ si Mi yah - ready fe work!

Modern legalized
liberalized “slavery”
Blacks have become
“RENTED PRODUCTS”.
Strike nah help a’ting
dat dey raise was fe’de union boss dem
ask anybody if Dem si a cent a’iee
a’use dem union bwoys dem a’use Wi yah.
Track Name: That Someone Special (51)
SOMEONE SPECIAL - 51

Murderation
under-employment
drug infestation
unwanted teenage pregnancy
another day to face the crazy boss-man.

Life
in reality
is one
BIG load’a shit
just waiting
to stink
an’ stink
an’ stink
what makes Us survive
its smell
is that someone - a
Special Someone
who comes around once --
only once
in a … lifetime
and maybe - just maybe
if We’re real lucky
We get a second chance
at a Person
so special.

A’ sey … murderation
under-employment
drug infestation
unwanted teenage pregnancy
another day to face the crazy boss-man
to confront de’stress of dis day-to-day livin’.

Now … this Special Someone
is only special
because - it’s dis
not even knowing why
He - She
cares about YOU they care about You

the Person
wanting to be cared - for
and that Special Someone
We oft’times call
shy - bashful
awkward and even stupid
at times
as They are NEVER
the talk of the town
never accepted
for WHO - They are
yet, They not only accept YOU
for You
but They
CARE - care - care
why, They’re never out
to prove anything
not to Themselves
or to any -- body
for that matter.

Now….this Special Someone
is only special
because He - She
cares about YOU
the Person
wanting to be cared for
why, They’re never out
to prove anything!
not to Themselves
or to any -- body
for that matter.

An’ it’s a shame
We often let that Special Someone
slip by
because in Our arrogance
We failed to see
They gave
of Themselves
not material wealth
They gave
because …. ‘IT’ didn’t matter

and most sincere
because
They wanted to
and if You --
the Person wanting to be cared -- for
should, at anytime
give back
that Special Someone
won’t know - how
to handle it
They often times - ask
why? - demanding a reason
AS -- They gave willingly
not looking for
a ... return.

They gave
of Themselves
not material wealth
They gave
because ‘IT’ didn’t matter
and most sincere
because
They wanted to.

They might not have had - all
to bail You out
of that unexpected, tight situation
but They were there
with a critical and supportive thought - anyway
when loneliness
seems … the only friend
an unanticipated call
jus’ to … shoot de’breeze
Someone - whose credibility is such
You can confide an uttermost thought with
and even dare to call
when a reference is needed
an’ when You did
that unforeseen
unexplainable wrong
They uttered
not a word

but with the strength of signature
They were there
to be called - on … to talk - with
to unwind -- to gripe
while rubbing it in
They ‘KILL’ You
with that empty stare an’ silence
making YOUR guilt
the one to steer You
on the track - of experience
making, the knowing better, of YOUR guilt
the one to steer You
on the track - of experience.

An’ when You did
that unforeseen
unexplainable wrong
They uttered
not a word
but with the strength of signature
They were there
to be called - on … to talk - with
to unwind -- to gripe
while rubbing it in
They ‘KILL’ You
with that empty stare an’ silence
making YOUR guilt
the one to steer You
on the track - of experience
making, the knowing better, of YOUR guilt
the one to steer You
on the track - of experience.

Now … how many times have We
seen - met
or heard of
this Someone
- SO VERY, VERY SPECIAL -
(how many times?)2x

The definition of friendship
must have been written
after the observation by ones enemy.
Track Name: What Love Can Do (44)
LOVE CAN DO - 44

Oh Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o~o
Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o
Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o.
Mommie
why didn’t You tell Me
what ‘LOVE’
can do?
I find Myself
doing things
I never did - before
partaking - forgiving - overlooking
having more patience
and being more understanding
even more ... than ever - before
find Myself
saying things
I - never thought
I - would say
My Honey Bud and Sweetie Pie
Cup Cakes
My Pretty Young Thing
Dearest Dear
all things
I - never thought
I - would say.

Oh Mommie, Mommie
Mommie why didn’t You tell
why didn’t You tell ..?

Mommie
why didn’t You tell Me
what ‘LOVE’
would do?
walk the Children
to school
and Their friends
to the playground and BACK - from sleepovers
I now plan trips and PACK - the lunches too
for visits to the amusement centers -- WOW ..!

Oh Mommie
the dishes
I do
wash and fold the clothes
I do
say yes and no
when I know
it’s no and yes
what ‘LOVE’ has done~e~e
oh Mommie, Mommie
Momm~ie - wo~o~o ..?

Oh Mommie, Mommie
Mommie why didn’t You tell
why ..?

Mommie
why didn’t You tell
what ‘LOVE’
could do? oh sweet love
‘LOVE’ has been
here and there
been everywhere
with Me oh sweet love
‘LOVE’ has been
more than an existence
‘IT’s’ been
a life-giver and protector
by Me
‘IT’s’ made Me
the envy
of many-a men
an’ when I was made
to fail - totally
fall down - on My Own
‘LOVE’ extended
a helping
caring hand
so I APPEARED to be strong
even in the midst of My uncertainties
oh Mommie
“LOVE” has been
a blessing to Me ..!

‘IT’s’ taken a place
besides Me
and sometimes
depending on the mood
I meditate
‘LOVE’ took the lead
or stand behind
My doubtful decisions
if only to support
least I lose a skipped stride
‘LOVE’ is always there
being aware of the Fam’ly
Our togetherness builds
‘LOVE’ has been Me.

I must say
I am happy - too
when I should be - lonely
I go Home strong
knowing ‘LOVE’ a-waits Me
Mommie, Mommie
what ‘LOVE’ has DONE
to Me!

Oh Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o~o
(Mommie, Mommie, Mom~ie wo~o~o.)2x

Giving-up
My space
slowing down
to take notice
of Life’s - simple things
selecting My Friends
with more caution
as I know
MINE - is not the only need
to be satisfied
now ... I let My Thoughts and Dreams
fly -- more freely
as I am so confident
there is ‘LOVE’ there
(to catch Me
if I - shall - fall.)2x

Oh Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o~o
Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o
Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o.

Mommie
look what ‘LOVE’
has done
to Me
‘IT’s’ been strong
by Me
‘IT’s’ been there
for Me
‘IT’s’ been happy so happy
with Me
o~o~oh so sad
‘IT’s’ been sad
with Me
‘IT’ cares
for Me
‘IT’s’ been honest
to Me
been very
very HONEST
with Me
‘LOVE’ has been
a mentor
for Me
‘LOVE’ has been ... ‘LOVE’~ly
‘IT’ has been ... ‘LOVE’~ly.

Oh Mommie, Mommie
Mommie why didn’t You tell
why ..?

Mommie woo
Mommie, Mommie wo~o~o
why didn’t You tell Me
what ‘LOVE’ can do
what ‘LOVE’ would do
what ‘LOVE’ could do
do - do - do
DO FOR ME ..?

Oh Mommie ... Momm~ie wo~o~o~o
Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o
Mommie, Mommie - Mom~ie wo~o~o~o.

‘LOVE’ in ‘ITs’ infancy
working to attract company
for ‘ITs’ insecurities
IS - SO - VIGOROUS
IS - SO - VIGOROUS
in the beginning
‘LOVE’ - IS - SO - RESILIENT
in the beginning
‘LOVE’ - IS - SO - STRONG
Mommie woo
Mommie, Mommie wo~o~o
why ... didn’t You tell
why ... didn’t You tell
didn’t You tell - tell - tell
what ‘LOVE’
can do
would do
could do
do - do - do
DO FOR ME ..?
Track Name: Period of Time (115)
THE PERIOD OF TIME - 115

Yes …
with a sigh
of relief
‘IT’S’ really here
she gasps
she wiggles her hips
an’ takes
a few
staggering steps
she looks down
an’ glances
at the pad
in its place
as she nearly trips
over her panty
which was only
ankle high.


She looks up
with another sigh
of relief
she smiles
thanking a “God”
she seldom
calls on
yes …
she wants one day
to mother
a child
BUT!
not this time
nor
for - this guy
the act
was just
a physical - one
no plan
to be
with this man.

Her hands
on her stomach
thinking
how she nearly
messed-up
the past two weeks
like hell
waiting
for that pain
she by now
had so timely -- timed.

She made
vows
promises
and - she made wishes - of
an’ for only
one thing --
‘IT’ now trickles
alongside
her legs.

An’ as she stares
steering
a lifeless steer
she wondered
what would have happened
if ‘IT’ never ‘come’?

As a noise
from some
unknown place
knocks her
out of her - trance
she noticed
her state
an’ with a
natural born reflex
she plops herself
down … on the stool
and continues
the ritual
(of cleaning -- herself.)2x
Track Name: Find a Lilly (38)
LILLY - 38

Went out
amongst
the thorns and thistles
to find
a Lilly
to play
from its beauty
and smell
I -- find strength
so I walked
home
for I have found - Someone
to say
I love -- You.

Rough and rugged
is the way
the Sun
beats down
on We
catch some water
to quench the thirst
of My ... Lilly
at home
many - are hungry
had a thought
to bring food
from the field
but that too
was a - scarcity
so like a bird
She flies
My Lilly
flies away - from Me.

Look at I
a farmer
in a … barren field

I planted
last season
it didn’t rain
the winter - before
no support
the crops
they wither - away
nothing to hold
My ... Lilly
in a rocky
clay ground
My Lilly
flies away -from Me ...
from the cycle of uncertainty
the cycle of uncertainty

Now - I have lost
all pride an’ shame
as I have asked
friend an’ family
some strangers
to seek Lilly
for Me
with all the love
I have
My ‘bank’
lacks … the fertility
to attract
and bond
a Lilly’s - play
to dance
a term
to harvest
time
is of an essence
to bring forth
the bounty
of a … new harvest - so
like a bird
She flies
My Lilly
flies away - from Me.

How do I
live in - with - accept
much less
explain
this -- stress
how do I
live in - with - accept
much less
explain
this -- stress?

Rough and rugged
is the way
the Sun
beats down
on We
catch some water
to quench the thirst
of My ... Lilly
at home
many - are hungry
had a thought
to bring food
from the field
but that too
was a - scarcity
so like a bird
She flies
My Lilly
flies away - from Me
flies away - from Me
oh My Lilly
flies away - from Me
oh Lilly fly
fly Lilly fly - away
My Lilly fly
away - from Me
My Lilly oh
My Lilly fly
away - from Me
My Lilly fly
away - from Me.
Track Name: Mind Revolution (31) [Version 2]
MIND REVOLUTION - 31

Wo~o~y~o~o - Wi bound to ‘ave a’ Revolution
bound to a’ bloo~dy Revolution
Wi bound to a’ Re~volut~ion
(a’ bloo~dy - dead~ly Revolution ...)2x
The Revolution
We - will be fighting
is not against
yellow, red or whities
Our physical - natural enemies --
a sexual orientation
the religious affiliation
the prolonging POISED with promiscuity
or ones gender
is NOT a concern - as ...
enough of this state is sufficient to Our tolerance
enough -- is enough
Wi Revolutin’ for a cause
just because of dat cause
dat old babylon cause
Wi bondin’ for a Revolution
bound to a bloo~dy conviction!

The Revolution
will not focus the going-ons of trivialities
on land-lords
A-GAINST land leasers - “lessers”
management or union heads
against the unrepresented workers
or on “upsurgeous”
gangs or klan attacks - NO!
not the haves
against the have-nots
the unemployable
the under-educated
malnourished, unwanted or the drug addict
against whom is noted
a system plotted -- NO
but a Revolution - destined
on the script of Black Survival
WILL - TAKE - PLACE.

Not Mothers
against Daughters
nor Sons
against ... the entire Fam’ly
first, second or third ...
the class system
won’t - come - up
but - THE REVOLUTION a’ Re~volut~ion
IS - A - MUST.(a’ bloo~dy - dead~ly Revolution)2x

The boundaries based on
the remnants of
religious, geopolitical or educational compliance
crumble - the pages of mysticism pulverized
to the stroke of
store bought whiteouts
as ... in-sig-nificant
the rhetorics of religious submission
discarded as rubbish
especially those of
“Muslim” an’ “Rasta” convictions
We are NOT going to emancipate Self
dressed-up into pentecostal-baptism
from ONE isim of catholisim - to be
backsliding blindly into another skisim
of CULTISH submission - by
bowing to a derivative of
the beast’s shit~stem ... as
Liberation means
Our Black Eyes are NOW
a miracle - wide opened
to the rebirthing of theological converting intentions
seen - amen - alleluia - suh wha’ ... forging on
wid nuttin’ fe loose
and a Mind in earnest ...
Wi breaking down da parties
facin’-up to dat which
subliminally divides Wi
from the roman’s saxon
to the arabs’ doctrines
to the catholic’s canticles
none can stop Wi - aassss ...

No marching
in the streets
placards - bandannas
slogans or ideologies
draw no attention to
a Generation’s wants, needs or gap
a REVOLUTION without
planned bloodshed
or the on-slaughter
propagandized to be known as
“Black on Black - Black against Black ... crime”
no~o~o~o … disinformation champagne
to trivialize and lambaste the agenda ... as
the media broadcast
won’t know - what’s up
while this Revolution
will take place DELIBERATELY
in all:
major cities
small villages and
one - man - towns
THE REVOLUTION
TO FREE -- THE “BLACKMAN’S MIND”
IS - A - MUST
as the Black Mind
for TENS of hundreds of years
has been
in a CAPTIVE STATE
that of:
religious subjugation
political zoned segregation
and social “castation”
in stag-nant negativity
inna mental death
committing genocidal suicide - suh
fe Self Liberation
the MIND needs and in wanting … to be rescued - yet
before the politics of religion
SOAKS … a forever stance!
casting Generations of Progeny
to be subdued covertly - into
the religion of self-hate and enabled - incapable beggars
of grace, blessings and forgiveness.

Wi havin’ a Revolution
Soul searchin’ Rev~o~lution
with a con~scious conviction
just because of dat cause
dat old babylon cause
findin’, believing and relying on Self
is Our charge - NOW! Wi bound to a’ Re~volut~ion
(a’ bloo~dy - dead~ly Revolution ...)2x
From the city streets
to the smallest towns - FREEDOM why?
resulting from - BLOODSHED why?
de’action of - INSURRECTION why?
de’bloodiness of - a revolt why?
FOR LIBERATION IS - A - MUST
jobs will be given
and taken
apartments, shelters, jails
stores, cars to the corner shops
on FIRE - YES
promises given and rejected
as his-story told
a BLO~O~O~DY - WRETCHED past
leaders voted in an’ ... in
soothing the wrath of Our vexation
LEADERS’ - LIVES - TAKEN
Fam’lies divided -- a-cause some
will REFUSE the charge of this change
as Wi forge - relentlessly
giving UP the vices
complacency, apathy and fear - NOW
intoxicated wid jus’ ‘cause - accepting the repercussions
of THIS - an inevitable advance
by first dealing wid de’burials of casualties --
Blackness died innocently and blindly
in the integration process
so when We STAND in Liberation
many! many! many!
many more - willed have to die
the SACRIFICE to be given - why? why, why, why?
Wi disarming the tools
of common enemy ... ‘cause
Wi cannot continue to advance an outcry
armed within the weaponry of Our enemy

when yuh run out’a bullets - yuh END
running to dem caucasians’ conference tables
wiped, ashamed, disgraced and distraught
lookin’ fe piece ... of saving grace
signing Birth-Life and Land -- away
in WHOSE peace treaty inna caucasia’s treaty
putting Our Faith in the caucasians’
arsenals of destruction
will end-up to killin’ Wi - and
haven’t We knowledge of cocaine, alcohol
of the effects of dem drugs lsd, marijuana and aids
the chemical deployments - targeted
intentionally again Blackness - internationally
suh reckon - Self-reliance - awaking the weapon
of the Mind] a-charging for Its survival - IS
on whom We should TRUST a Revolution - as ... Wi’ll note
some a-lost Blacks
baptized in denomination-stupidity
finds religion’s crutch - and
the fork tongues of the black~petty~booshwah cowards
flipping the pages of political tunes
will be shouting constitutional spins
“We are all one people!”, “Oh god!”, Let’s vote on it!” AND
“We have come a long way, yuh know ..!”
and the downright traitors will be MARCHING
hand in hand - within enemies hands
taunting, “We shall overcome, thank god almighty, we ..!”.

Within all their confusions
and because of
there WILL be ... the reincarnation of
a new class
those with a mental assertiveness
negating the spoils of the devil’s clan
dem caucasians’
religions and poli-tricks] of constitutions ...
the renewed class of fighting Fighters for a change
to affirm -- BLACK! BLACK! BLACK Identity!
Leaders of this Revolution war~in’
THE REVOLUTION THAT - IS - A - MUST war~in’
the Revolution to free war~in’
the “BLACKMAN’S MIND”
A MUST - a’ho~o~o!

Wi havin’ a Rev~o~lution
Black on Black Revolution
Black for Black con~front~ation
shakin’ - crackin’-up
babylon foundation
breakin’-up
babylon’s rudiments! Wi bound to a’ Re~volut~ion
(a’ bloo~dy - dead~ly Revolution ...)2x
The french, british
spanish to the american revolutions world war 1 -- 2
had their cause and effect an’ the cold war too
to which I am reluctantly suspect
the expert witnesses
university forums - to the tabloid newscasts
“asterned” of fear
in their callous ignorance of the PLIGHT of Blacks
willed to be caught - drowning
in the quick-sand of propaganda
while We FORGE a wild fire!
the Revolution Wi b’ fightin’
wid da’fire big
fire BIG stick
fire bun
bun-doung babylon
Wi burning a NEW Groundation bun-doung babylon
stakin’ a claim
of the value
of Our - Mind
and ownership
of - Birth-Land
fire bun ... in Spirit an’ veracity
bun-doung caucasia’s
institutes of enslavement - BAM! bun-doung
theirs - a doctrine of leaving
for preservation - an empire of EVIL bun! bun! bun!
willed - only to begot
other cloned evilish shit~stems
suh -- FIRE ... BUN bun-doung babylon
the Mind - bound
to a psychological abuse
of THIS endangerment
needs to ‘look’ inward
within Self for Progeny’s Survival

riding Psyche of:
imperialism - emancipation - bussing
urbanization - [the urban plight] urban plight
industrialization - integration
the BUSINESS of incarceration and abortion
the theology of spiritual enslavement and
the internationalization of - the
‘almighty’ dollar and the spread of a world order
trouble in this world - I say
SEEN! ... Wi forging onto de’sweets Liberation brings
wid nuttin’ fe loose
everyt’ing to gain - when the last bloodstain is wiped
Wi arming Mind with
the Revolutionary visions of:
Sis’ta Kompong Nanny, Paul Bougle and Ivan
Peter McIntosh, Angola’s Nzinga, Toussaint L’Ouverture
de’herbalist Bookman - first Liberationist of these times
livicate Yaa Asantewa an’ even D. Brown an’ Marvin G.
doung to Marcus de’Mosiah Garvey and Paul Roberson
Dem Spirit Warriors
laid a foundation - by Their Blood sacrifices
upon which
this Revolution MUST stand -- IRIE ...
enough is enough
enough -- is enough
Wi Revolutin’ for a cause
just because of dat cause
dat old babylon cause
Wi bondin’ for a Revolution
bound to a bloo~dy conviction!

The Mind
We fight for - is
a very VALUABLE MIND
more than the gold, farm and grazing Lands
and precious waterbeds
more than
the Fam’lies
Dreams and Memories We lost
the Mind
We must first RECOVER
the “BLACK NATION’S MIND”
We revolt - to recover

We do need and do know
to UNDERSTAND what it is that
We are FIGHTING for
noting that ... the wars forging for
freedom, justice and “iquality”
must NEVER be signed
sitting complacently
in the plains of imperialism
signing for acceptance
on their ... constitution’s charter --
for when We win
this - the final Revolution
many - a - treasures
the fruits of Our long-sufferings
“OUR TOTAL BLACK FREEDOM”
will be Ours -- FOREVER.

A UNITED Mind
a FREE Mind
a LIBERATED Mind
will ACHIEVE and CONQUER
- ALL - IN - ‘ITS’ - PATH -
mental emancipation
a Liberated - Black Nation
why is it We have to war - iee!
war ‘gainst Self
war ‘gainst Fam’ly an’ Friends
Wi warring ‘gainst everybody - else
except de’bloodstains of common enemy
as Wi Minds are locked in FEAR of
of what RESULTS - Black Liberation brings
one such is bloodshed -
Our Own Blood will be massacred
anoder is burning destruction
of what little We survive by
as a purifying sacrifice to and for the ownership of Land
and a Mind with Self sustaining ideologies
this will revive the battle
for Self-destiny - is Our forge - in this war
that’s why: Wi bound to have a Revolution
bound to a bloo~dy Revolution
Wi bound to have a Re~volut~ion
(a bloo~dy - dead~ly Revolution.)2x

The Revolution
to free the “BLACKMAN’S MIND”
cannot be copied - MUST be original
Its attack forthright
to Its intent(ion) ... as
Its result IS Liberation A MUST!
for once, We’ve taste
the blood of Our enemies
the venom will never cease
till a thirst is quenched.

Some prefer freedom - but I steadfast
loyalty to the envisioned Liberation of I an’I
some marching for justice
I affirm for Lib~er~at~ion
some vote for equality - dem dey votin’ fe “iquality”
I never givin’-up - LIBERATION
result of this Mind Revolution.

What IS Liberation
why is the NEED for a’ Revolution --
Mind Revolution that begins the Liberation from ...
institutionalized - continuum of oppression
if You don’t FIRST correct the wrong
within the illiteracy of Mind-Self
how do You intend to free
this - BLACK NATION?
intend to free
THIS - it’s called Self-elevation
this - BLACKNESS of a NATION
how do You intend to free
this - BLACK EXISTENCE?

The Mind
We fight for -- IS
the Ancestry of the Human
Heart of the Soul
if You do not ‘LIVE’ TO
and BUILD Your Own Society
based on Your OWN Mental Aspirations
doing THIS on
Your Own Land - then
You are ‘DEAD’ and Your Pickneys

born into mental enslavement
functional - brainwashed illiterates
the shackled footstools
that dominance WILLED to be used
the Revolution - then
is to free the Mind
this will in turn reclaim the Land
and Liberate the ‘Man’
whom in turn BEQUEATH to rebuild a Nation
a Nation for His Progeny -- a'hoo ...
Wi breaking down da parties
facin’-up to dat, which divides Wi.

Morant Bay Rebellion
Green Bay Massacre
de’planned annihilation of
the Black Panthers
Mau Mau in Kenya
the Soweto Uprising the MPLA
Movement - Popular for the Liberation of Angola
Cuban - Mexican - Haitian Revolutions
de’Maroons of Jam-Doung to the u. s. civil war --
these and other Revolutionary - Rebellions
left I-storical lessons from which Each MUST stride
Wi de under-classed
of all caste ARE
rebellin’ for class status
revolting for religious, economical an’ social
say-so and freedom
rebellious for cultural - Generation expressions
revolting for sexuality for identity
rebellin’ - ‘gainst you and Me
revolting for just being apart
of a revolt --
note: his-story has stated that
a revolution is mostly
a statement of the under-classed!
what I’m a’ advocating
THIS - the Revolution of the Black Mental Psyche
must stand - unconditionally ... alone and apart
never allowing Its agenda
to be tarnished
by a foolish thought ... IS

a Revolution realizing
the Drama
of the Living Soul enough is enough
a Revolution Liberating
the Mind
of the Soul -- enough -- is enough
realizing the Drama Wi bondin’ for a Revolution
Liberation brings bound to a bloo~dy Revolution
forging onward to bound to a dead~ly Revolution
ownership of Land and baptismal of the living Mind
the Mind -- IS
the Ancestry of the Human
Heart of the Soul!
suh Wi bondin’ for ... a’ Re~volut~ion
(bound to a bloo~dy - dead~ly Revolution.)2x

THE REVOLUTION
TO FREE -- THE “BLACKMAN’S MIND”
IS - A - MUST ... a none-compromising MUST
an’ it is so damn easy
once One an’ One realize the power
of doing nuttin’ - cripplin’ the shit~stem in its stride
it’s not Self-indulgence
but My Young Bloods MUST know - why
Father’s Face is scared to smile
as Wi showin’-up wid something in Wi ‘ands
an’ o~o~o’ to the devil of-a-man
whose jugular will flow
the Liberation of My Land.

Now - I’ve thrown the pebble
will You - My Peoples … sit-back an’ waste the ripples?
wo~o~y~o~o - Wi bound to have a Revolution
bound to a bloo~dy Revolution
Wi bound to a Revolution
a bloo~dy - dead~ly conviction
enough is enough
enough -- is enough
Wi Revolutin’ for a cause
just because of dat cause
dat old babylon cause
Wi bondin’ for a Revolution
bound to a bloo~dy conviction!
Track Name: Sometimes Be Selfish (310) [Version 1]
BE SELFISH - 310

Sometimes One
GOT - to be selfish
for One’s Own
Self … Survival - by
accepting the mission
then identify the fears
exercising patience
being virtuous to the challenges thus the accumulations
open an eye to reality
and knowing its implications
One must - realize the extent
Ancestors will go through
to have You realize and live - up to
potential and expectations - as
once You are alive
there is … a solution
awaiting the intuitiveness to
make manifest the reoccurring ‘Dreams’.

As each link
has its own STRESS ... to bear
even if They have to
send You - BACK
if chosen - due to the Visions
have found You capable
then You will definitely
and can count on it - that
despite a resistance - You will be - BACK
in the rebirth
to finish a mission in ability’s reach
at least - start Your journey
through the un-played notes Your story tells
a task it seems
each MUST experience
so self-reliance, competence and experience
can become ... Community acceptance - for
once You start de’yarn
make no excuse - to hinder
the appreciation of this
exotic baptismal … of Self-gratitude.

Sometimes You have to
just to do Your do
an’ if Yuh ‘ave to sacrifice
then surrender - a-‘slaved’ to Your do
and as the stares are becoming customary
stand willing - to bear the consequence
‘cause NO-one “trods” - misery’s roads
but Your sojourn
as it is from You - within You that
You know the will
to go through occurrences
and when You find the Dreams reoccurring
even Your “wishings”
and the doubt - then
becomes a friend
that’s when You MUST
dig-in to enjoy the Sleep
‘cause the Music of the Ancestors
speaks deep - as
once You are alive
there is the ripple
no need to waste time, pondering
whose fling started its skipping
just allow common-sense to mold its crest.

When a Dream
is on its momentum
the silence of lonely moments
will taste sweet - no matter the circumstances
it’s useless to crave the hunger
if You don’t take the time to plan and
‘cut’ de’shit within the hour appointed
and as You make love
to Your selfish laughter
the onlookers will envy
Your introverted demeanor
as Visions, realize Themselves
it is You in gay-lick gaiety’s overtures
who will make manifest
the vitality of Ancestor’s Visions - for
once You lean … into de’fart
no need for the pretext - to blunder
Your celebration of Nature’s existence.

Until You have knowledge
of Your purpose
in this Existence
and be willing to accept
and see that
to its realizations
no matter how trivial
its implications You do succeed
You will NEVER be rewarded
a Life ... worth living
for none is given a text
prescribing the Life - worth saving
so don’t flip a page
dancing onto Your Own nightmare
as the reoccurrence will madden You
in the awaken
thus ... so at times You
You’ve got … got’ta be selfish
a-lost in “self-centerdness” for Your Own
Self - continuing Survival
at times - clearing
then to swallowing a saliva
in company of You and Yourself
because the lineage of Ancestors
accepts no apology
as Ancestry tolerates
no excuse
Ancestors expect
no plea! - as
once You are within the depths of meditation
that’s when the erection - stands its weakest
what then is said of ‘flesh’s’ stench
in the elevation of Self.

As the torah, bible and koran are destined to rewrite their fables
what will Your story tells - not of Your crucifix
but of the uselessness spilt in apathy’s welfare
to the complacency of all advancements
and note that if You crumble its papers
You can get but one untainted wipe
therefore, take time to make good use of the moment
so in the company of others
Your bullshit won’t stink in revelation of stupidity.

Those who are most critical of Your dos
are the ones on whose bandwagon
You had refused to plop Your assertive ass
oh~shit~man - You’re right handed
but the maneuverable skills of Your left
is off more use to Your Self-hygiene
why then give away de’ass to shit through de’rib
this - in the laughter of
envy, jealousy an’ greed
so when You come upon de’decision
it’s best to run upon the broken glasses - as
slowing down to walk carefully
will only cause You to be “ouch~ing” - a cry
as You expose a self-doubted fear
then - You now have the added burden
to explain why … in the first place
did You gone “barefootedly” crazy
for didn’t You see the first steps
so in the moment
be selfish for Your Own Self-survival
lean Your scruples on the very foundation
the glass places its broken conscience upon.

Drink, eat, shit, sleep and procreate
is all a Life guarantees
now - once You hear the nails pounding
its useless praying to
what-if and if-only-I’d known
the journey in either direction is the eternal fear
‘cause memory-loss will not permit
the starting from where You left off
so please don’t - don’t You want to know why …
silence is a blood~klaat
while the grave is being dug - thus
sometimes You have to
just to do Your do
for Your Own selfish
Self … Survival - for
there is but one chance in this lifetime - to
look into the mirror’s closets and smile
at Your Own nakedness
knowing that ... the cadaver had not given in to
the shock treatment of submission.

Suh - as Yuh trod on through
the volcanic terrains of mankind
remember to scratch tu’n-ripe breadfruit wid care
least the inside broke-out an’ burn Yuh - and
if Yuh carry ‘pussy’ to market
before Yuh put-up the price sign
first Yuh a’fe disguise the smell - suh
don’t follow smiles and discard Your friends and family
as no-one will be there to fan de’flies from off’a Yuh
when ‘pussy’ gets its price an’ move on.

Sometimes One
GOT - to be selfish
for One’s Own
Self - Survival
got’ta be selfish
for One’s Own
Self - continuing Survival
as the selfishness
of Self-neediness
seeks for and postulates
to lean on
onto the acclamations of
Your accomplishments
so as You awake
from the Dreams
smile on - do chortle on
get a smirk on - be gleeful ... as You
realize the extent
Ancestors will go through
to have You
realize and live - up to
potential and expectations - for
once Your placenta is dead
to this Creation
You are definitely flipped in exposure
slapped to go be
on Your Own.

Sometimes One
GOT - to be selfish
for One’s Own
Self … Survival ...
Track Name: Felt More Scared (22)
MORE SCARED - 22

Sitting
in a restaurant
(My first-born
and a ... Black Beauty.)2x

In comes ‘the law’
two babylonians
to have a bite
something to quench their
coffee an’ donut appetite.

A’ felt more scared
than safe
‘cause I wasn’t born
‘white’
the passport picture
to security
caucasian
the complexion of that -- security.

In any - situation
I will be the first
to hear the -- ORDER
“FREEZE ... DON’T MOVE
NIGGER - HANDS - ON YOUR HEAD
downtown ... a cell a-waits you - downtown ... ha, ha, ha
niggerman - downtown a cell a-waits you!”

‘Cause of whom
I am
they ASSUME … ASSUMED
only the WORST
to come FROM ME.

A’ felt more scared
than safe
We were in a
a Chinese restaurant
downtown Chicago City
Chicago City.

Aware de’Beauty
was aware
suh She gave ME
de’corner seat
with Mi back
‘gainst - a solid wall
so My eyes - covered
the two exits
securely
just in case
a bullet - comes
MY WAY
with a tag
reading
“TO ALL -- TO AL~L BLACKS
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN”
just in case
a bullet comes
MY WAY
with a tag
reading
“TO AL~L~L~L BLACKS
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN”.


More scared
than safe
although they
the BEASTS of destruction
only needed
a bite
for I know
the uniforms they wear
don’t change
their mentality
‘CAUSE - OF WHO I AM
they already assume ... assumed
what they wanted to
about - We
oh, they assumed
already
what they wanted to
about - We.

More scared
than safe
for I know
the first thought they have of -- We
while they had a bite
to eat
in cold
cold Chicago City
in cold
cold Chic~c~ca~ca~go Cit~ty.

For if you paint a BULLET
red - white or blue
or even Black
like - I
it’s still a bullet
WHICH DESTROYS!
if you pa~a~i~int a BULLET
red - white or blue
or even Black
like - I
it’s still a bullet
WHICH DESTROYS!
one “Nigger” - de’less
de’col~l~l~d - FACT
(dat covers
de’Mid West - Cities)2x
oh de’Mid West - Cities.

I felt more sca~a~ar~ed
than safe
‘cause I wasn’t born - ‘white’
the passport picture
to security
caucasian
the complexion
of that - security
(oh We were havin’
a bite to eat
in cold
cold Chica~go City
chin~ping ling~lang pie
Chi-town Windy City.)2x


---- the fear I have is not a coward’s fear. It is a fear brought to light by the constitutional laws, which state that given probable cause, the police can and will take my life away at their discretion (which boils down to how the cops feel about a “nigger” at that moment). This makes their very existence to be feared, with a go and ‘drop-dead’ gut feeling, learnt from seeing the evil deeds of their hands in Black Communities. And to think that it is Black Blood that built this country and this is a so-called democratic free republic.
Track Name: Was Once My Home (260) [Version 2]
ONCE MY HOME - 260

Was once
Home
here, there
and ALL a~round
My artifacts
marked
these territories
My fables told
a~bout past, present and future --
was, will and forever
be here
east-west
these are the places where
once Skin roamed
north-south
I am ALL a~bout
dust ... now covers
Bones to evidence
I - the Melanin Man dwelled
time carried Spirit
to the depths of unknown
to tell it is I Ancestors
who speak ... through the elements.

I am never to be intimidated
by the occupier’s faith
in their religions of destruction
until I again - forcibly
drive them and their customs - OUT
to be owners of My Own
they will never be without fear - to live freely
upon My Home
the famines, earthquakes, lightening - thunder
to the flooding of them crops and dwellings
My Ancestral at wrath
they are in laboratories
I have knowledge of them Spirits
will NEVER succumb - till
My nails are discoloured
by the dust of My Soil.

The “Americas”
“Australia”
“the middle east” and the “Mongolias”
are My stolen legacies
these man made boundaries
a capturer’s territory
note - Nature and I
once tracked in harmony
the Akkompong replenishes
to My “a-culturalled” appetite
as it is I
whose feet and hands
roamed and mold(ed)
My piss and shit
watered and fertilized
this Land called “Earth”
is accustomed
to I
We had evolved
to a perfect Creation
and in envy of this
instilled Conception
the occupiers invaded
to force their disunity upon I.

I want to
go ‘Home’
want back
My ‘Home’
have long since proven
this vast growing planet
Mine - of My imaginations.

North-south
east-west ... encompassing the
“America’s” an’ the “Europe’s” east and west
the “Africa” and all “Asia”
from pole to pole
these are the places
Blacks - once roamed
was once - ‘Home’
to those who are skinned - to form
in the highest Melanin wool.

From the plateaus
of “Tibet, mount Everest, Blue Mountain”
Kilimanjaro” or the “Appalachies”
to the valley caves
hidden below
the “Carib” reefs, “Antarctica”
“Arctic ocean, “Atlantic
Ethiopian” to the “Indian” oceans
time preserves My marrow
to feed LIFE into tomorrow’s uncertainty
to the dumbfounding of “Azania, Uganda” - to
“Turkey”, the “Western Sahara” - “Zaire”
to “Somalia” and “Madagascar”
ALL My ‘Home’
over which Black Skins roamed
now in subjugation of
the theological indiscretion of an invader.

The occupying forces
might win the stated battle
believe they won a started war
but there is a ... but
I’m never to be forgetting
as with I
there will NEVER be
a melting pot
no matter the occupier’s “trojaned”
integration plots
separate I
for I survival and
the revival of old Akkompong.

Dig-up
and you will find
Bones
footprints
a legacy
for Generations to see
these vastnesses
where
Spirit Elders roamed
are where the Villages
of My Black Bones called Home.

Ask Time --
I - am older
than indigenous
I am
civilization
so discovery
cannot
date or predate Me
fables cannot tell
the kind
of Me
between
the cracks and crevices
tell the placing
of Home
We placed
this place - ‘Home’
‘Home’ fe’Mi ‘Home’ ... ‘Home’.

It is I memories
stored in de’Akkompong’s minerals
that citizens now
live by
cherish and die for
in their wars of wars by wars
to keep I subservient
by and to what
is truly Mine
YES - de’Akkompong and all Its minerals
was once ALL My ‘Home’!

Sand by sand
man to man
one with one
from the Red Pain Man to the Obeah Man
We - Black Nomads
will rise - triumphantly
while fertilizing Akkompong’s thirst
with the BLOOD of the invader’s kids
We will break
to tell Our carefree, giggling Pickaninnies
of the occupier’s faith
in fables.

Remember
not to forget
the “natives”
over time
tracked - from where!
whether it - be
by flying or sailing
the discovers came
by invading vessels
space an’ sailing ‘ships’
seeking refuge for a
sickly - debased
inoculating - embarrassed state
and by so:
their citizenry
naturalized
to My once living space
as the wickedness of their ingenuity
was nurtured back - to alive
by My compassionate hands.

If it be
by spirits - monuments - graves
or imaginary tales
I am always
everywhere
I am
that which
I came from -- de’Akkompong
timeless
indestructible --
so the pages fade
the walls of libraries and museums crumble
to reveal
even you know
I am - for REAL in Melanin “sustainess”.

Everywhere discovery
dis-covered I
I am ‘made’ to be
a ‘class’ in theological “castness”
placed in a space -- second, third even fourth
on the rungs of - class citizenry.

The “Africa” - the “Europe”
“Australia” - “the middle east”
“Asia” and “Canada”
from “Alaska” to “Argentina”
“Azania” to “Mongolia”
“Brazil, “Yemen” to an’ “Sri Lanka”
anywhere-everywhere
check the parable an’ oral histories
negating indigenous to discovery as
this - the living planet
was once (all MY ‘Home’
where Black-skinned roamed.)2x

I want to
go ‘Home’!
I call
this place
that place
any place ... ‘Home’!

Spun the pages of his-story
to where Black greatness
was without religions
and in I quest
for My “againness”
My shields wound of determination
withstanding the might of the swords
My Melanin’s porosity thickened to
slick-off the chemical attacks
My spears will again be sharpened with
anger and none-forgiveness
the devil within I - awakened
piercing at invader’s heals
as they run to constitutional laws
claiming convention’s treaty ...
upon the sand
sailing by the wave’s crest
and flying away
hidden in the winds
then I will remind them
to say alleluia and amen
as Akkompong is reddened
with their last words.

I gloat
to a limit
knowing [to preserve
for My Children’s unknown
as this was once
MY ‘Home’
here, there
and ALL a~round
My artifacts
marked these territories
it is only I who is “wooled”
to dwell naturally upon-within third planet’s
vast ever-changing environment.

I seek or have no desire
to conquer
any space -- beyond
I am content
with the relationship
I’ve established with de’Akkompong
as it’s
My ‘Home’
where Spirit Elders roamed
Nomadic is My heritage
ever at defense
against
the conquistador’s quest
am at content with de’Akkompong
with the relationship.

By the very nature of survival
the longer the invaders
overstay the welcome
the more savage
We will become
at their a-scared heels
as they paddle
to save grace and dignity
waist high in the heat of
their pouring blood ...
am I being heard amongst drums thundering
I want back ... My ‘Home’
want back ... My ‘Home’.

Was once
‘Home’
here, there
and ALL a~round
My artifacts
marked these territories
but in fear - you invader
the closing communities
it will lead you to face-up to
and conference the cruelty of
your fore parent’s hands
as your guilt STILL live to
exploit the prowess
they encaged upon - against I
and STILL you indoctrinate
your future to
point guns and detainment centers
at the resurgence of I ... I an’I --
caucasia
I have a plan for
the traitors amongst I
so this a warning:
its full time
you plan an exit strategy - as
I want to
go ‘Home’
I want back
My ‘Home’.

I am - from
the third planet
from the Sun
branded
Melanin - Man
I am - from
the third planet
from the Sun
branded
Melanin - Man
branded
Melanin - Man
it is I whom ... IS
(the BLACK MAN.)2x