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HAIR
What you mean you don’t know their hair! Going this way That way, all Over their, your 2 sons hair
Said, you want to Condition it.... Under what Conditions?
One got a huge afro, like wind dandelion blow One got Indian, Brave down shoulder, Flow, Both, Brothers, bouncing like basketball,
Running, pouncing, wind kite in tow. With dem locks you can't miss we! With dem locks you cant see we. What you mean... It sends the Wrong message ?
Your sons HAIR.. When seen, I said it Dread it, I didn't say it cause I'm a Black panther
Or was Forced to sing, the National Anthem
the wrong message ? Who you trying to impress? The ones that said straighten that shit, Or press that mess. Its less of a threat, is what you really mean,
Which came first the fro' or the dread, ' their little white friends have Dreads, ' you said. that's , like an empty shells with no lead, It represents, nothing no relation no affiliation nothing but a style, And a smile for a while . Which came first, The Ammo, or Sambo. 'The bush,' we’ve seen it in, in the 60s and 70s in the Raw, like the Spook who sat by the door Now, the Invisible Man. 'The Black liberation equitation' ' no longer threatens Caucaaasians' ' is acceptable, at social occupations' Like, a BlacxPloytation movie seen ,over , and over again,
The Bush ,The 'Fro' Shows 'Pride' without aggression, no volume Now to accepted unanswered questions. No brain damage to selective social amnesia Same Problems, Equal Parts , to no Solutions,
Which came first the supremacy, Or the Hate? The water hoses Or the Dogs... The bush, the fro, represents a lost cause, Supposedly… A safe, suspended, solitary, breath in time that hopes to inhale .its SAFE. But the DREAD, is another Story, It's day hasn't come round knocking, full circle, It's unruly, truly, KNOT, NEAT, KNOTTY, NAPS, NATTY NOT TAMED our people make you afraid? Are you afraid to Liberate?
African Culture, African History, the word 'AMERICAN' like 'AFRO AMERICAN' is no where in site, a gun site in their scope, No marching, hope, to promote, Political doe, sporting, politicians hoes.
Every Dread, Every lock, A spear to throw, to unlock Babylon’s oppression. The Bush, withered, but not Frail, marching, the long journey, Liberation never found Sat down. Here for the second time around Afro got left, between Afro and American Left in between Blood Red, and Black rain tears, flooding the Streets siren screams, police Murders, a dog barking, a kid crying from getting beat, a street kid hidin from the heat. In Dark Ghetto nights, where no one sees, nothing hears nothing no one breathes.. Afro, between the trigger and the sweat on the Grip, between anger, see the blood on the sleeping baby's scalp through the bullet hole in the wall.? Nobody in the shooting gallery, can hear their mama call. Afro Left between The Brothers and the muscle the Crack torch an the Hustle number runners blade, and homeless Frostbite In a cardboard box. The afro, The bush, The Fro got left between 'THEE' LAST POET Screaming in the Insane Asylum ' Niggahs are scared of LIBERATION ' ' Niggahs are scared of LIBERATION' ' Niggahs are scared of LIBERATION ' Caught in the scratch , in Afros Past record repeating it over and over until he hung himself with the governments rope woven from multicolored assassinations. Afro, got picked to Chill With.. 'the Bling-Bling' and ' Capitalists , change, jingling , 'Cha-CHING' Sleeping, schizophrenic, Society Believing any - thing… Yes afro is no threat. BUT… Cant let the youngins forget the laws they tearing down today Spilled Blood, it took to get them in place. we died, for yesterday And thousands more days before we got to that day, Wayyyy… before the signs say, no NEGROS ALLOWED And Emmett Till Got Killed. We must be skilled
so more Brothers don't get Killed!
If you scared of Dreads Then you better be scared of ME…
Dreads, locks, Got up, stood up Picked up the fight. For their Rights. No Question of who came first, The Dread came with the Lead, Him Know who he be, African, Ancestors, from Kings we be I an I know ! who De enemy be.
If you scared of Dreads Then you better be scared of ME ! Dread, Shot the Sheriff But, he did not Shoot the Deputy.
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