answer to the "alleged Terrorsit Attacks"

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The feeling of Patriotism the african-american temporarily got after the sept. 11th bombing

KHARMA



The Consensus is that my senses are senseless
Because my sentences consist of the truth
About this land of false pretenses

It is being said that we have no reason to complain
Because this countries mainframe
Consist of tarnished token Tom’s
Who no longer fight about how our communities are maintained

It is said our fight was yesterday
And there is nothing to fight for now
A generation of silent talkers instead of loud walkers
Because of lack of parents teaching their sons
How to persevere before they throw in that towel
And when we ask the country where we fit in
We accept it when they say look at Colin Powell

But when is the last time Colin
Was seen holdin' babies who were cold’n
Attending rallies
And if he’s in charge of our countries defense
How come he can’t do sh*** about police brutality

And it disturbs me that our kids have no identity
Because instead of our story
They learn his story, and his glory
Instead of our own superiority

But now our kids learn from punk-ass rappers
Acting like they Robin Hood when their really just “robin the hood”
Selling slavery on cd to the black community
So we are mentally kept on the auction for society to see
And making slave wages compared to this countries real money

Instead of toys our boys suck bubonic plague and mental haze
To get high only to come down and find their face in the gravel
Pass the courvoisier and breast-feeding
From the tit of Jack Daniels cattle
As they learn to dibble and dabble in girls
Who learn to tattle Victoria’s Secrets
So she gets to look outside her household
To get paddled and get saddled by diseased penis
Like poison straight form the rattle
But they must wait for treatment because
This country has declared war on disease and teen pregnancy
But still hasn’t joined in the battle

But why do I see on coming disaster
Coming through my third eye
See in order to keep someone down
You yourself have to stay down
Blinding your sights up high

So busy worrying about us that you
Didn’t pay attention to who you were letting fly
And now we must all come together as Americans
Now that your planes are running ramped in the sky

F*** that
Yeah I opened it up and I ain’t gonna relock it
People looking down on me cause I ain’t patriotic
I won’t wave a flag that floods my community with narcotics
All that sh*** you did before the tragedy
You must have thought we forgot it

Tell that to my great-great-great grandfather who had
His freedom stolen and you bought it
Tell that to our women you raped
Even though they screamed stop it
Tell that to our ancestors you
Hung from trees like strange fruit objects
And tell that to policemen who beat black men
But instead of criminal their deemed psychotic

They say you reap what you sow
And if that’s the case you’ve sowed a pile of shit
And don’t try to make us all equal now
Now that your face is smashed in it!