Angry Black Man Through The Pen Of A Black Woman

Angry Black Man


I stand before the alter and plead my case
Day lord nobody knows the trouble I have seen.
Convictions that curse the process of thy life.
Yet I stand tall as the King. I have felt the pain
Of thy brother Jesus Christ I shall not bow down
I the legacy of the cross. I stand by the ethics of your
Words day God. My rewards will be beyond the skies.
Oh what a bitter taste of brim. I the Kings of Kings
The legacy of Gods scripts. I beneath the chambers of
An un civilize propositions of disgrace. The man man
Bible without ink the hypocrisies that tries to for ford my stool.

I shall climb alone if I must I the prophet of prophesies,
I as my brother Solomon and Jesus the blood that
Runs from my vein.
From the slave blocks
To the lynching
To the deceptions
To the sanctions
To the treason of my brothers in all face
To the Jail House
To the Player
To the Hater
To the Lover
To the dope dealer
To the hip hop
To the baby maker
To the baby deserter
To the white house
To the battlegrounds
To the injustice
To the chambers
To the thief's that set before the table
Changing the scripts of my labor
To the genocide of my seed.
To the Journey of my fathers house.


I black man have written the legacy of great men,
I hold the key to history, the legacy lives,
upon my universe, I shall continue to live,
when all things pass away, I man, the battles,
which man has fought, stands upon my universe,
freedom which have taken,
them to another side, of the universe.


I cry not for self but the reproduction of my army.
Senseless entrapments that sits before my turf.
have been a soldier of my cause, I stood on the battlefield alone.

I turn over decisions where no man would go. I carried the torch

Until my mission was complete.
I moved on to be liberated the teachings
which brought me to a world
order to reform at all cost, the battle
which I walked alone.
I the forgotten soldier who continues

To live the scars of my cause.
I stood before the Calvary,
I felt the pain of slavery,
they stripped me of my dignity,
I walked the battle alone.
I still feel the pain of my cause.
Who is my brother who acknowledge the
Struggles and the scars that I fought for them.





Within the actions of the beast,
hell who claims the souls of men.
Many sea's cannot embrace love,
oceans cannot wash it away,
oh what a bitter taste,
to look at through another mans eyes.
The opposite of knowledge
is not listening of tomorrow,
one without loyalty to thy work.
I continue to remind my self to be strong.



Ignorance the killer of all men.
Close mind to self and man's inner peace.
Jealousy that leaks within.
The foundation of the living dead.

The resurrection must begin now.
There is no excuse as the disease eat the mind.
And the flesh it becomes tarnished without soul.
The cancers of the unwilling soul.
I remind my self God is God
Man is Man
Foul is Foul

I cry in darkness within these realms I shall never forget.
I continue to carry the scars of unity wouldn't link.

Humility to reap,
Hands of divinity,
Which he turns his head?
Conversions that falls upon his children's head.
Following flocks, but not the Shepard who brings great love.

I remind my self the dead is not dead.
My body that fights the battle upon my spirit,
The begging words lord protect me from my self.
Thy conscious that stands before me,
the weakness of the earth that trembles my bone.
The spirit cries for the nutrients of Spiritual growth.



Yea thou I walk through the tomb of my cast,
May my spirit of spiritual fruit shall not condemn me.
The battle which I sometimes live within,
My body is the slave to my spirit.




I am you and your are me, the one who lives within,
If I dye so shall you, when I cry the spirit shall feel the pain.
The rights of passage shall carry me through the depths
Of my completion of a manifestations, I the transformation,
to the other side. The chains sometimes are much to much
to bear, let not my will of the earth, demised the spirit of thy
Gods grace, my body is a slave to my spirit.
I remind my self



I have given all my spirit shall now be at peace.
The battle is not over, will someone please
pick up the torch. I have given my life to prosperity
never got a thank you only from those who knew my pain.
Thy body shall feel no pain as they slay me,
I wear the blood in the
palms
of my hands, black listed in silence, I shall feel no pain as my
brother,
walked through the flames of hell without pain. As they slay my
brother
Jesus , only the caucus of the frame shall die, but the spirit shall
return
I shall return. I am my brothers keeper I shall not die, until God
give
the
word. Under the decay of a world order, and the darkness that realms
of
human death.



I shall walk with my head high, the heart continues to cry.

I was the soldier of your army my struggles were no longer

appreciated after the battle was won.

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