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Living Grave
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A LIVING GRAVE
Is it my mind frame/
or the capitalistic game/
that has me chasing fame/
from a broken soul train/
It's like running up hill/
On ice, slip it's down hill/
desparation, and false desires/
have me wired/
To the America dream/
a nice crib and Ice cream/
College education and visions/
my ignornace keeps it hidden/
Cause they see brown/
they want me down/
embetted in me/
the losing concept/
A living grave is where I'm Kept
A living Grave
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A LIVING GRAVE
I feel naked/
walking in the rain/
of degrading behaviors/
just to prove my flava/
Born to the ghetto/
Can't sing Acopella/
but I write well/
To break the slave spell/
I face the earthly hell/
in my mind they put nails/
Where's my long awaited home/
Imagine that, grown and still alone/
Fighting stereotypes, the black plague/
my mind filled with hopes and rage/
must find self real not phantom/
to be nothing I won't grant them/
My living grave is thier anthem
A living Grave
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A LIVING GRAVE
Who stole Ms Liberty's heart/
Congress, elite you thief/
op-ps she's metal and hollow/
but illusion's we do follow/
If I fight do I win/
to what limit do I defend/
When cops say give in/
or the few stop singing/
I saw veracity in fiction /
witnessin my families crusification/
there's more pain in true healing/
that is what I'm feeling/
To live is to be happy/
To survive is to die/
We survive thats why/
we're living in a grave
My living grave is thier rage
A living Grave 3x's
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A LIVING GRAVE
I run from childhood rape/
my mind is the great escape/
poverty, thier grounds for captivity/
My past and the hold me/
I wish for warrior conduct/
and still I self distruct/
I'm a slave to love/
But love has been raped/
Drowned in a sea of hate/
Some say hope is love's trait/
or is it the spirit/
waiting to initiate it's renaissance/
My vessel force to be empty/
so the elite try to pimp me/
I conjugate mental force fields/
So even in pain my body I don't yield/
My living grave is thier rage
A living Grave 3x's
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A LIVING GRAVE
Who they, that I pray/
I see, so we be free today/
from the digital waves of falsehood/
stuck to my naps is a hood/
Hiding the ugliness they gave me/
unmindly smoothering the beauty/
in which mother bathe me/
I practiced genocide, a judas to me/
I look around me and i capture/
my hands in chains against muddy, stinky walls/
around me hang millions of young black, men/
my head hung Icry for the rapture/
then I think what God saves me when/
My ancestors belief are covered in/
hate of European and weak African man's sin/
coercin me to repeat behaviors of my evil kin/
My ancestor ways, they burried,
these ones I got they lend me.
to lead to thier jails
My living grave America
A living Grave
3x's
My brotha that was DEEP. You definitely need to be on Def Poetry b/c I see a true street poet. Great work man. Glad to see you got recognized.