RapVerse.com Community - Her Name was Africa...HOF!!!

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cracking The Hall of Fame wide open
this ones for you drama Queen
I know your a fan of these..

amongst the fallen leaves fell my dreams from the tallest tree
of success tried my best to achieve, but the stares had me
bare like arms absent of sleeves..with countless slurrs heaved at me,
i stand mispercieved bystanders spittin insults result in me
believing demeaning things..which made a ripple effect that
excited the men of my generations like nipples erect..
makeshift men droped the rock that started the cycle of racisism..
decaying my mind set,a fascist gem..tossed into the lake of blood
from slavery's winepress, to find it I just closed my eyes and took a step
into the depth of arrested life ..what was left of myself before i
submerged emerged to the surface a detested sight,
while I or my soul waddle and roamed the legions of
confined beings,plowing and sowing, rows and rows of triumphant
peasants,that somehow or another found the life through death pleasant
there I stood in heaven,my pity turned quickly to glee..
thinkin the debris of earth couldnt taint the beautiful black paint
we obtained through birth..then before my eyes the rock stood
the foundation of the temple of baal,the very rock
that was slung into the berlin wall,before it fell..
the same rock that evaded the eighties.. desecrated our babies
began a war that still rages on..The very meteor that Lucifer came on...
I went to grasp it but as my hands claps
there seemed to be a wave of over a billion gasp..
then piercing black sadness..suddenly a sullen
errie detered me...a boy a black boy with black eyes blood teary
ran up to me and in his eyes I could see..
that many things seperated him from me..
our eyes locked and I saw a child wrench from his mother
on her forehead was AFRICA,the childs roots were smothered
his ancestry was destroyed because he never knew his mother
his sister,His brother.he didnt even know her name,
nor her history her greatness was just a mystery..
he grew up strong and bold in a land not his own
on a broad scarred back and strong hands
he raised a strange placed a strange land
that appeared to be everybodies,really it wasnt anybody's
in this land as masculine as he was,
he would always be seened as a child.not a king as he should be
,but a nusiance a worthless thing ..as our eyes unlocked it came to me
that the child i was staring at was I,
his pains were mine,his struggle was mine..His mother was MINE
as i was washed up to the shore ignorance was no more,
I knew who I was,who I would be in times to come,
and who I was before..
I knew my people.. i knelt to the sanctuary of there hearts hardness,
climb to the steeple and cast my self into there darkness
Most of all I had a mother,
once a orphan child of America
serving several consecutive life sentences of imprisionment..
I knew my real mother her name was Africa..