#blacklivesmatter

Where you gonna run to when The itch in the back of their throats is scratched When The chains holding the choke back from an entire species Decides that Melanin should not congregate to genocide Where will your sprint take you Will you ride your gavels like Brooms into the hallowed night Pour their children into the cauldron you've potion'd into existence to end the chase Your Spells may work best at night where you can sew together shadows to dress up your wrongs but at night is where we are most comfortable After all isn't it our Midnight that's the cause for all your witchcraft in the first place So again I ask Where will you sleep when the earth opens its jaws and swallows you whole When you meet their claws on your plunge to Valhalla They will remind how nethanderal can be cut from a body like an abscess These mothers of boys will remind you These fathers of daughters will remind you will frankenstein will alchemy will conjure Toussaint Will piece together Garvey and Malcolm into that new nu terrorist that post modern Carmichael and he or she will be birthed by your hands your forearms will have kneaded the flesh that will hatch them into being There will be no entertainment to Mammy away this reckoning No re-launch of "Good Times and "What's Happening" to calm the masses to ease the erupting savage you've been marinating Done decided that Jails are too passé so you go right to carving caskets You keep this up and the amount of Sioux Indians and drowned Africans who will lend their souls willingly to all these incubating revolutionaries will be more than you can fathom and it will be because of you from your actions All because Freedom been living in your blood for so long you've deity'd you're sacrifices and after years of conquer fallen for your own hype It's too easy Been too simple to wash the noose of your fingertips even the excuses have privilege constructing eulogies Like we been wearing all this black skin In preparation for mourning Every morning Can't you smell The sulphur shadowing their loss Each time you Remove a body an angel loses its wings And soon They will all be falling from Heaven to reclaim their flight Where will you hide then And No this is not a warning Do not mistake this for threat It's just that nature has a way if cleansing itself and the chain gang in their prays been collecting rocks for some time and pretty soon forgiveness will be stoned to death in this Post modern testament you've been rewriting into history You are steadily turning black folk into negro But nigga is lurking right around the next nat turner you've been brewing in this mosh pit we call America Again Please note this is not a warning nor a threat just think of me as Nostradamus in blackface