Take your fucken lily white ivory poaching hands
Off of my Black skin European
Do you not know whom I be sir
Would you care to know where I come from
The history of my family
The Royal blood line
That runs through my vains
The rich culture of my country
We are God Chosen people sir
We mean No harm to our Allies
Do you care to know why my hands are so big
You seem surprised
My hands are a shovel
I meaning my people
Dug my way out of the burning sand
Of Cairo
Carried red clay mud
For Millions of miles it seemed
I meaning my people
Reached the outer banks of Uganda
Where I meaning my people
Formed a unilateral colony of liked minded
Intelligent people
Scientists, Doctors, Masons
Do you understand we were never meant
To be another mans slave
We have moved Mountains
In the name of Allah
Built Pyramids that reached the Heavens
We parted the sea
With just our bare hands
We are GOD'S
We have all the material things
A man can ever want
Gold, silver, diamonds
We are a Rich people
Culturely, physically, mentally
The ultimate truth is
You can never own a person like me
How can you own a legacy
A tribe of brilliant people
We were here before JESUS CHRIST
Was ever born
You know my history know
So kill me with your Cancer
I don't fucken care
I know my truth
I AM A KING ...I $AID
- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 24th, 2019 19:41
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about how the European came in took African, and African Americans out of Africa To make them slaves, when they were already Kings.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
This should be marked 18+ I think.
Thanxs
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