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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