SpiritZ

as previously told, human enslavement just set the tone
whites reside in Africa, Europe was the blacks throne
living years alone, no conflict, and peace a formality
till normality became occupying lands with a cavalry
much fatality, survivors with dry saliva turned pawns
disposable as condoms, falling to the ground like acorns
they marched on, shackled in chains to ships resembling graves
back to the present, take a look, now whites are the slaves
transported to home of the braves, sewing seeds in Alabama
the wrong kind of enamor, and bought by a black farmer
unexpurgated bad karma, a tarnished mind is worse than battered matter
enslavement, grounded like pavement, praying for humane in the latter
but this worlds a hammer, ignites and strikes in sequential blows
till your diagnosed as a quel que chose enclosed in a state of decompose
want to oppose, so they just juxtapose and mature together
re-written for my pleasure, now mentally living how blacks did forever

N-Demik

I remember the exilement, violence used as a form of an iron boot
touch of magic bamboo ambused, internally inner children are crying too
is this the sighting we choose? forced upon like a stick and a carrot
dominant specie disclosed to the naked truth, stripped of all man hood
tricked to disband them psychologically and ship across foreign seas
bought like common property to demean and eat off of like crockery
made breathing a mockery, edificial lock and key, cheap labour was free
neglect motivational theories, these men toll for the pints they bleed
fighting there bad dreams daily, when they get an instant to rest
they're worn through by confused vision and stress, some inches from death
self controlled movement in pigeon steps, imprisoned and opressed
indecisions infest a vassals mind shacked fine, enlisted in this mess
they insisted to sweat, although that and more came with the territory
every workers pain tells a story, most lived lives with over painted glory
fathomed affliction to mainly focus on it, souls broken from torment
chosen for fortunes with no retortion while existences soaked in forceps
cloaked to portions a labourer close to caution, learning emasculation
hoping for lands to pray in with an infinite yearning for emancipation