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Black on black on black on black
Wood tar pitched and shackled back
Back to back to back to back
Paid in full no matter man fact
priceless pain packed pickings to rack
crack the back of blacks to stack
paper to pay to paper for play and man
Who's black backs crack and snap
Crack sha clack to crack to Sha clack
Know sun know heat know work
Know sleep know Moon at night No heat Get beat go reap another man's grain and wheat
And corn and cotton, their hemp and spitleaf
Our pain our slain our toil their gain
a country a town and cities and Constitutional refrain
All men are equal less black or brown frame
So black on boats float back to back
from Africa Jamaica America human traffica
And Crack Sha clack to crack the back
So stack em and sack em and diminish our brain
Feel worthless feel bitter feel soiled distain
For years and decades and centuries no claim
Just hatred and service and humility and shame
Even our children were destined for flames
They wonder they ponder they infight
And inflame
Could this be the moment they realize humane
To labor was fine for individual gain
But not on the backs of these black and brown folks
They people, they feeble, they fight for our hopes
Let's take arms let's share arms let's bare arms and vote
For blood shed the tender for which man loves most
Men falling slaves falling many calling this civil but I won't
Till constructs of unjust are rebuffed and wrote
Till black men hold power in seats of highcoat
Well we held then we swelled them till whiteego did bloat
We built it and they killed it and burnt it on high horse
The birth of our freedom was strangled off course
Flooded by waves of dishonest discourse Before Hollywood and Broadway one sliver screen would divorce
Our future freedom from slavery and remorse
Blood and labor and words no savior
On roads and rails and rocks on street blocks
Laws to wrap the black lack in locks
dread locks and cops and knocks and knots
Locks and laws and loops from logs
backlogged black laws closed jaws and halls
freedom is someone who knows the walls
You live you learn you see no turn
so learn to know no way to earn
lose your job they rob your home your wife
A way of life is guns and strife
knot in back no friend but lack
black on black on black on black
Run from hoods in hoods and hide
when the moon is full in a land of lies
Sun by day means mad men by night
Free from chains but not from spite
for them deny and then deny
deny deny deny deny
Washed away with whittle white sight
We musta been wrong when white is right
Cops on blocks in shops and hops
Watch for the Man on beat on stops
Crack on corners and broke back moms
peddle from job to job then sob
Mom and Dad Divorced by workforce
Paid pennies cus many "Too dim of Course!"
Get back, You black, No Slack, Take That
can't pay em the same they'll ruin our aim
For Good and Power and money to reign
From hungry to dummy to nummy and slain
held down by Presidents Planters and Pain
The Pain so well ingrained in brain
So train a child the way to grow
Get Money, Get Power, Get Good to Go
Get Smart was said, but a hard road to hoe
Some Rattle some Crackle
some Dream some Battle
Moving the movement by Marching the Capital
But capital got capped and Anger got tapped
burning the bridges extended tween US
When Fed help medicate minds but menial
The gun clap on black when black on back
burn the bridge we all worked to track
but silent echoes sha clack sha clack
Attack is back so black react
We gamble on gravity with coin of Change
knowing the game ain't geared for gain
ignore the lack of footing in rain
For certain it's curtains yet playing the same
blinders on triggers on surprise when maimed
Forgotten the root so strange fruit ain't strange
Aged in grief raged in street
surprise when lame, inflamed, in heat
We old in defeat deranged and weak
Should have been focused on governing seats
Youth forgot when work was sought
In a world wide web the mind was bought
Trapped in chains unseen yet wrought
To dream is deemed an impure thought
Wonder why kids abandoned the plot
A dream deferred is a dream forgot
When truth repeats the gears don't stop
When voting is bought the truth gets locked
in cycles, in history, in catch phrase, and pop!
Black and White in Chains Distraught
Distraught no thought with teeth dry rot
the lot has rot and lost its hot
Slavery Antiquity and Dreaming De' mode'
Truth is Questioned and Fiction la Mode'
Truth is Fact too black for show
So Back too Black to Act just mold
Anger and fear our coal to hold
Remember regret, let go, too bold
So revolt loose canary for gold….
too late to leap the mind will fold
the future looks cold so cold so cold
but the dice we roll and roll and roll...
But Why?
When Blacks in Stacks in Fear; The Facts.
It was 5am (Hear is your freedom? - The Preacher Choir)
I listen I stare eyes see that I care
But these banners of pride once struggled for fair
I listen I stare eyes see that I care
But this banter bout borders
Leaves me writhing in despair
I listen I stare eyes see that i care
But these children are dying
From inaction FB share
I listen I stare eyes see that i care
But is it real ?
disbelief is chosen over here and here
and we hear death calling there names
over they’re different than hour ours
who do you think There are? Better!?
I listen I stare eyes see that I care
Got bullets and guns and fear to spare
I listen I stare eyes see that i care
Bout freedom bout liberty bout truth
About Amer I cant
Give freely or compassionately
Because why I chant
My thoughts my feelings translate to My fact
My freedom my liberty is to much to pay that
Alien animal criminal with wetback
It's 5am (Where is your freedom - Part 5)
It's 5 a.m.
He woke flat broke yet home is the Colosseum
Steps home of the red the white and
The blue blood gums
The music he strums
The suits he runs from
White is the hue
pigment looking down nostral
for him ain't nothing new
That blanche truth is his scrapmetal
that he could've never shine through
Red are the signs and taillights the view he's grown accustomed to
reminders that redemption and redistribution and rediscovery and redolance were for the few
All these colors faded from years of flying within his dome
Or could it have been hisstory of no home foster homes
Reality was a sortie freedom
Burned from birth like his skintone
His sister mister misters
For leaders with lapel flags
Beautiful semisweet mix of mom and dad
He Never knew her or
pursued her he was tumbling rags
Refuse of the state separated from mother
by Maga's mantrata moaning
wed to a country malnourished and smothered
with privlage and apathetic groaning
Her Freedom was killed on the beat
People partially fed took to the street
little changed other than headlines
And Freedom's child carried on his emotional gunny
Time passed and she married into money
Her brother couldn't even be mad
His freedom died before she was had
When Freedom had him tied down on concrete
Wandering street to seek shelter but can not sleep
Hearing his mother's dreams nightmare with Freedom on top of her
Left to wonder how Hate broke hope inside her at 5am on our side of the border
It's 5am (Where is your Freedom - Part 4)
It's 5 a.m. and once bravery was plot now ignorant found bravery is sought
Down range social change
plainly distraught
Once decorated with humble colors of countries saved freedom fought
Yet today more armory is the topic of talk
More rights 2 fear thy neighbor
And labor cheaply bought
Fist waving words scathing but the passion has rot
Cause in the end no weapons are stronger than thought
The union the communion
This borderless truth ruined
Leaves blood red have Forgotten the root
People remember when ruthless your boot
Security fiction without purity shared
Authority friction when majority scared
Your self made prison made greater
By hate
Your walled in prism bleached by colors of state
Forgotten the compromise the duty to flex
No honor in humility and grace
Just pride in self and save face
Replaced by displaced faith in
Party lines and judges paid place
To stamp them and clamp them
Send them away
As if the deafening of youth were not crying at your door
As if the deafening of truth were not
Digging at your floor
As if the deafening cry of mother's
Were no more
As if the deafening try was not higher than the mediocre low
As if the deafening tide were not eating the Jersey Shore
As if the American dream were not
A nightmare to labor
As if the deafening casualties could be muted by a treacherous horad
As if the deafening sound of father's
Begging bleeding praying against a walled off river of freedom
That was once great but allowed fear to dictate
How's to just do their job and watch the evil grow stronger on the outside of the gate
With a blinking eye a gun by her side she served to protect but it seems she is only contributes to the bereft
It's 5am (Where is your freedom - Part 3)
Its 5 am his phone rings liberally
Discharge Spark Compression pierced dreams slumbering
High rise high tide hi buys suit ties
knot wife hot yacht docked yuge lot
He wore diamond rocks long before signing those legal docs
Paid to lead not read bitter bee
Cause he can't see past the hate breed unPresidentially
Hot air debonair derriere of despair
Cut the strings the golf swings
Finer things all you'll find is trashy-er flings
No hair, no love, fickle forms of a moral token:
Believe you me, freedom knows now nothing better me bomb walls diss dumb wisdumb media makes trumpet's come troop Twitter flukes false fake Hillary Russian great war on American industry WAIT bet cha always trust me radically always improving immigration animals illegally steal coal hammers haters equality deals blow hard never quit easy trade liberal prick quick corruption biggly swamp WIN agenda not a sin nor or a saint anger footprints on a star mangled banner con stealing results revealing tax hack c y a wrong reverse a right that never a loser alternative facts completely unwoke not ranting and raving he's not ranting and raving reread what he's saying Quote unquote he's not america saving
Bulls can't even pass the grass this man is tainting
His Nonsense Policy have got all of scholars copitulating
Just assuming and shooting Holes into the future without without aiming
Killing and wounding the darkness the unknown the aging the all alone even his own will suffer due to his manipulating
Throwing Scathing ignorance in this American po tent i al it
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Because we are he and he is our phantasmic lust for de se creat ed sal a cio us real i ty
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It's 5am (Where is your freedom part 2)
It's 5am father's punching a clock
Provision the only vision getting him out of the cot
Freedom says to grind whether it's the weekend or not
Proletariat regardless of liberties sought
Bricks bricking walls to block con sin trait flocks
Quick to trade squares for diminishing returns
Quick to blame their's fore he blames despair
traded by Montgomery Burns
In the inter air "a coming storm"
At home he warns
Redwing boot corns
Buy a glock then a rifle
now it seems
The Gun's his bible
He's not afraid Just prepared
But when the barrel fired
Son retired
He had a safe so how'd this transpire?
Well prepared Guns with care
With all this power
To protect
His Liberty & Freedom
All that's left is divorce and these demons
The first thing you say "it's not me" like a child caught in a lie a parent can see
It's slowly happening
continually
With all your power
What do people flower?
History is not still, its built on lead-head repeating threads unread
Terrorist feed nourishment dead
retweets halfstories
Of whole truths happening
continually
We were never great
Just fortunate
Unfortunately
This degeneration is being televised
Brains fried like ducks dying nasty
As if the deafening of truth were not
Digging at your floor
As if the deafening casualties could be muted by a treacherous horad
We're underwhelmed repetisiously
There is not enough guns and board
Not enough memory
Not enough cord
Too much Gravity
Paracord thrashes violently
Freefalling swords our world view
BlissfulTragedy
It's 5am ( Where is your freedom? - Part 1)
It's 5 am she walks for liberty
New Moon out in route towards
Victory
Discharge Spark cOmpressed
Screams Cacophany
Shots flare shards air pierce pods dreams abruptly
Kid runs trapped midair feet retreat
Freedom puts youth down
Wrists round locked
Now, Take a seat!
Wrapped him up quick and heavy handedly
A mother's tears bleed nerve froze fearfuly
Freedom gave her a shot
It gave her a shock
Stop!
Bruise fore
eminating to knot
No amount of ICE can stop
This headlong swelling compelling internally wrought
Though screams clawed seams torn
Hes horned and enters her spot
She's scorned seeds born girl sworn
American bought
All but broken
soul Ecuadorean thought
She has a brother
She will never unlock
Lost in this American plot
This degeneration will be publicised
With heart receivers turned down
As if the deafening cry of mother's
Were mere crickets in the night.
As if the American dream slumbered to a nightmarish wrought
No surprise
History has no alibi
When will the hurting stop
While the future rhymes
With humanity's past repeatedly
Will Blood be the only tender
With which freedom can be bought?
Do you need to be told about chaos, or is your desk a permanent example? As everyone knows, beneath what those intolerably neat and tidy people consider to be chaos, there is a form of order. The chaotic housekeeper can always find the item of their desire - as long as no-one tidies up!
Many systems which scientists have considered totally random, unpredictable and without form have now been found to be otherwise. There is form and pattern hidden within the CHAOS . It is a part of the natural form - a definitive ingredient of Nature itself.
The Oxford Concise Dictionary defines chaos as “Formless primordial matter; utter confusion.” The day has come when there is a need for an update - Chaos Theory is changing the way scientists look at the weather, the way mathematicians plot equations and the way artists define Art. Population dynamics is one area which can be very sensitive to small changes in initial conditions. So can the weather. A butterfly flapping its wings in a South American jungle, it is said, can lead to a hurricane in China. This is the signature of Chaos Theory!
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In playing with these ideas, a new way of doing science grew. These computers could not only calculate they could communicate too. Information flew around the globe. You no longer had to be in the right place or talk to the right people. The equipment and information was available to masses of people all over the world. And their mathematics produced images which were stunningly beautiful, and, at times, awesomely like nature.
A new art form was born and a whole new set of questions arose about the nature of nature itself. These images, called FRACTALS were fun. They had an ever growing fan club who became obsessed with their generation.
