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This was written under the inspiration of Saul Williams, and for every incident that I have beheld and people have suffered in the plight of the inner city.

Urban Insanity

I walk through black blown out allies
Where silver pigeons dance on red sunrays
Purple clouds sweep across the orange skies
Watching the Moon rise and as the Sun revolves
East of the Earth
Sinking into my eyes
I blink twice
As the sun burns gold in the heavens once more
Powder blue space like the pale blue eyes
Of the white woman I encountered at the crosswalk Downtown
The clouds stood still
The wind ceased to whisper
For one second as our eyes connected
In their blank irises reflected
Images of Black women lynched from Yaki weaves
Colored contacts burning acid in their eyes
Distorted memories of Venus
Dissected and displayed in a museum in France
I saw the mist of superiority complexes
Brothers chained to the base of the statue of Liberty
Swinging blindly from the scales of Justice
There just is no peace
But the peace I find when I stopped dredding my thoughts
Past the concepts in which I have been locked
Struggling to unlock the follicles of the fallacies
The world is rooted in
Mangled in matters of materialism and misguided motives
Babylon has got a hold on the peoples mind
So I try to unwind the mysteries of iniquity
Only to find the whole world bows at the feet of this monstrosity
So I scream to the four corners of the Universe
As the angels repeat Revelations in my ear
But John already ate the book
And all I have left is the bitterness
No honey to chase down the churning in my stomach
Spiraling down staircase of soul
Basement funk
Where brothers spit cellblock tales
Over clouds of cannabis smoke
And 40 bottles
The soundtrack of the streets
Be Timberland vibrations over cracked concrete
Glass breaking against pavement
The cries of babies unborn
The sobs of the mother tracing the silhouette of her child
On the sidewalk with her tears
The flick-flick-flickering of streetlights to the pop, pop, pop
Of hot gunshots that never stop
Never stop
Like fist pounds of a brother lost in the f***-it zones
After his baby momma done refused him visitation for the third time
Despaired after a year and a half of court dates
Subpoenas and motions
Bullshitting lawyers, unsympathetic judges
Memories of love, lust, and lies
Now bound to a Jezebel because of familial ties
And she cries
She cries
She cries
Water streaming down into gutters clogged with syringes
Used condoms swimming in piss and trash
While Daddy in a drunken rage
Beats Momma turning tricks to treat
So the babies on the couch out front
Can fill their hungry bellies
Sitting before the television
Stems feed into cerebral lobes
Of one million souls
Flash dance images of
War
Starvation
Murder
Corruption
Greed
Police brutality
Abandoned babies
Abortion
Another Dead Black
Another Media Attack
Another Fallen Star
Another Terrorist Alarm
Another commercial break
Another advertisement
Another Reality TV show
As if the sh*** ain’t happening outside my front door
Another, another, another
Glitch in the gotdamned Matrix
And I can’t take it
Can’t take it
No gotdamned more
Am I the only one
Slitting open my wrists
And scripting these tales on dirty walls
Sitting here rocking
Singing insomnia
Blood shot eyed
Muse addicted
Black Ink scripted afflictions
Shivering and spitting gibberish
I write this sh***
Cuz I need this shit
I bleed this sh***
Cuz I live this shit
And I can’t escape
Can’t escape
From the ciphers of Urban Insanity….insanity……insanity….insanity