Happenstance
I didn’t make time to commit the crime
Merely happened
Just happenstance
Clap your hands and dance
Run around this is romance
Flapjacks and
Flatiron school of programming
The future of you depends on it
Black face you’re running from your race
Your are losing
This is 5k from the finish line
This future is mine
Contemplate, I take precedent over the past and the president
I am your last present
Falling in line
I pretend to fit in these pale lines
White people problems
I have them all
On my tongue and wrapped around my finger
This is a trap
Your rhythm isn’t crap
It’s sharp metal on its way to scrap
I fight in the yard
You think that this is hard
But I am so natural
I push groceries like a cart down my throat to my heart
I regurgitate words
I wipe my hands on my sleeve till it falls apart
Dodge what I did I Dart
Back to the start
This poems got a place in my fart as the digestion goes
Falling into this world like a seed
I nurture and I grow
Learning lessons
Coalescence
These people are peasants
They feast on the things provided by the land
Their hard work is at hand and you provide ill willed taxation
Forsake the black nation
All the immigrants can suffer too
Who are they to you?
They are the little man
But you better remember they are not the few
Take time to remember where you come from
When the streets are all we have
They take us in and shade us from the flames that burn within
I’ll always call my brother my love even if he sins
But I never love a man that doesn’t know the dirt from which he has grown