Freedoms Slave: HypocracyI look at him, I look at her, and even sometimes meI can't help but to see the hypocracyOf allegedlyHaving empathyYet faking sympathyThen blatantlyHave the audacityTo point your finger conspicuouslyAt another faceOf another raceOf another placeCuz in your mind their sins ain't been erasedBut if you step out your placeThen you can have a tasteOf the same hateThat even you yourself facilitateDon't try to state all of their homocidesAnd GenocidesHow many diedProclaim their moral suicideWhen what you failed to realize isWhat happened to the Iriqoise, Illinois, Shawnee, Pawnee, and CherokeeCan you follow me?Can you even swallow me?What happened in the concentration camps in CaliforniaOr Tuskegee Project done in AlabamaCan you follow me?What happen in Nagasaki, and HeroshemaOr the AIDS in the syringe for emphasemaI ain't pointing no fingersBut we aint really beacon of lightYet still you see me as the thief in the night
Black in the NapWhen you look at meI know exactly what you seeYou see a beastBorn black because my mother was the streetAsfault painted all of me...all exept my teethThey went and made the hood my homeSo my graves the concreteNatural habitats the jungle. Loin cloth. Bare feetBut here we got enough weed to sterilize a whole fleetBut my fault, I didnt really mean to mimic how you thinkBut life taught to get screwed you aint gotta be pinkJust either pink or blackLet me shift my attackOn the smile of the face, who'de put a knife up in my backDont keep 9 up on my waist, but the 5s on my backCuz my crimes that Im alive, and Im a Afro in the Nap.
Spider-ManMy name is Peter...but my crew call me Spider. Short for Spiderman. What can I say? LOL! Im in love. That Mary Jane. Ummm...What can I say Im a good kid. I would like to think Im strong. Alot of my definition, my pride, my esteem was that I am me. See, but then she kissed me, she made me weak. I lusted, for her lips.(Was that past tense?) Her touch... She made me feel like King. But not a King,...THE KING! When really she was stealing my pride. Mary Jane, Mary Jane, my weakness and my strength. Confidence without Pride...I guess there is a certain irony behind her game. And behind her tantalizing eyes in a certain way she laughs at you. Sometimes I stare at her,...right before the first kiss that begins the night,... and dispise her existance. I dont know tho...She blow like a shotgun if you know what I mean. And on the right night, you might feel the right bite. My cryptonite. Alot of peaple say that Im being manipulated by society. And I really wish that where true...but then I go to