Destiny in America
February 23rd was almost 17 years deceased
But 2016 in America produced a false reflection of me
And Frantically
I found myself
Inside the glass of a man made mirror image
Throw my skin casket
Categorize me by my pigment
America, Tell me
That I'm ignant
Tell me Black
Equates to savagery
Tell me I'm still a servant
And America be the majesty
More like
A lie filled fabricated tapestry composing the yarny compunds composing my brainwash
America wants be Brain
Brain
Brain washed
This systematic race got all my homies dead
In dead last
Cops shoot em down if they think they dashin too fast
Injuring my freedom throw my lucid limbs in a cast
At times I feel like the savior
Descending in my golden sash
Dropping knowledge on the masses waitin for the storm to pass
They muddle merk merkin the vision of my past
The pyramids pound primitive paitings into the thought patterns of my brain
Backwards brainwash
America Hates my backwards brain flush
Picassoing sacred sayings into the program of a cyclops
I took a trip to Neptune
Found the origins of my birthspot
A pisces
Plagued
Like the Pixeallated
Undated
Uncompensated Negroes
No mule or an acre
Sent me instead as the hero
I feel plagued as the hero cause I cant save em all
America's Destiny for a black star is death
I saw a black star approaching death, but I cant speak at all
These pale skinned conquerers got a hold on my asophoghus
America chokes me with microagression until the purple splits my crown
America tells me
That a cap
And a gown
Is all my future consists of
A career cradling capitilism benath it's wings
The final sting of a serpent is death
America's Destiny for a Black body like mine is death
America slithers against my spine until it's grip is on my neck
And If I take another step
I'm still a field slave
Yea we got pride in our race but white cop still got the trigger
End my life in red hands with my hands up if you see my visons gettin bigger
Cause 1. Success aint made for me
But 2. Success is dead to me
Cause 3. None of that matters when America already dug her grave for me
And if America's Destiny finds me too soon like the rest of her prey
Throw my skin in a casket and write 'Hero"
On my Epitaph
Ashe