LOST...

LOST
A
{Part One of}
A EIGHT POET COLLAB

I am lost in da system of bullsnit...
I am, lost in space not disgrace, nor the brand
North face. In re gotten it made, one mill Creek
Since, I have a boat with nor oar. Lots of fun,
I am buyin' a gun so we can ride on the systematic
Front. America just ice my left testicle. Thus war has begun, spice douce smoke my cush purple faze, I am about to go haze on da masses......white trash school
Passes....Devil in white, this time is out of site just not
16 seconds flat. Lost my hat in some skinny girl skins...

Next to kin,
Beware this is, the new era 30 seconds the place will shout down...
~SIN CERE~

Yo Sin, I brought someone wit me:
Riding shot-gun, middle finger in the air, Brooklyn and Sin Cere, about to take it there.
Shaved off my hair, tied on the bandana, AK out the window, with the 50 clip banana.
Mindset is Tony Montana, me, Sin and these girls, middle fingers in the air, say'n fuck the police of this world.
Biceps curled, muscles on swoll', roll wit or get rolled on, that's how we roll.
You cocksuckas been told, one more murder, we'll fry these fuck'n cities, like a BK burger.
Don't act like you ain't heard of, the people's rebellion, Malcolm had points in views, that us people re-tell'n.
"By Any Means Necessary", that story's re-sell'n, I can hear the silent voices chatter, BLACK LIVES MATTER.
The eggs are in the cake batter, we're mixing it up, perception is we're burning down our town, but we're fixing it up.
Ask'n... Who Want What? But see these clowns are now quiet, still kill'n our people, so now these towns gotta riot.
They wanna lock us up, for what?
don't even try it, they say it ain't "Police Brutality", I don't even buy it.
Media hosting coverage, with Police Chief to lie wit, but this is what we'll do... Fuck The Police and The Media too!!!
And muthafuk who, wanna ride with them bastards, wrap 'em up in plastic, then drop 'em in the casket.
Listen I'm a black kid, with rights to live, I got a family like you pigs, and I'm a daddy to kids.
I'm on my grown man biz', got no time for that BS, Miss Shangela drop them bars, for our people to digest...
~POETICAL WORD PLAY~

Hey bruh give me my the 45, because I'm high, paranoid, about take some devilish cops life, respect the real, this is why my people pack steel, so what's the deal, on the muthafuckin real, but they gone feel, this word slanger, Raw Ranger, Texas Finest, A real Hardcore, If your putting my people in danger, I'm ready for war, Shit Fuck Peace, I stay on the mission, one phone call I'm coming to get you, so you need to listen, Fuck yall, My people gonna ball till we fall, with this pistol packing, were never lacking, paper stackin, while y'all stunt acting, were just reacting and having each other's back, and smoke on a fresh sack, not worrying about these hatas, not this time, I'm not shaking them off, but shooting them off our muthafuckin backs, So give me my 45, I'm not letting not one of them slide, until justice is served, and the matter of black lives, and our generation never dies, and all my people is packing 45's, so my nicca give me my 45, shit, no bull jibes
~SHANGELA HOWARD~

And I'm a mother that nurtures them to become resilient and strong the damn po-po got they shit all wrong, they raise little racist sons of your bitches to carry on the mark of death while our black sons strives to survive to sustain, protecting their own til' their very last breath...You may shoot some of us down, but a new army is rising up and we're not going to give up until you know what's up! We represent power you weak ass cowards need a damn shower and wash your damn faces, because you're saturated with muddy ass racists...
~YEVETT WASHINGTON~

THE WORDS THEY PRERECORDED AND WRITTEN IS JUST LIES THEY KEEP THROWING ON TOP OF ME, WHY IS THERE SUCH A HATE FOR MY ANCESTRAL ANATOMY THAT THEY WANNA KEEP GETTIN' THE DROP ON ME~BUT THE MORE I SEE THEM GUNNING THE MORE I FEEL THEY AIN'T NEVER STOPPING ME...
WE BEEN THROUGH THE STORM ON DRY LANDS AND POVERTY,
BUILT A NATION ON BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS SO ANOTHER CAN REAP IT'S NOVELTIES...
THEY STOLE MY IDENTITY BECAUSE THEY FEARED OF MY SURVIVAL,
AUCTIONED OFF MY BLOODLINE WHERE WE NOW TREAT KINFOLK LIKE RIVALS~MIKE AND SIN CAN YOU FEEL THE PRESENCE OF MY ARRIVAL~THIS AIN'T EUROPEAN SCRIPTURES THESE THOUGHTS ARE MY BIBLE...
THEY SAY THERE'S NO PRIDE WITHOUT PREJUDICE,
I SAY THERE WOULD BE NO PREJUDICE IF THOSE DIDN'T DEEM THEMSELVES AS PERFECTIONIST...
THREE VOICES UNDER ONE DENOMINATION,
TRYING TO END A VICIOUS CYLE BEFORE FURTHER ABOMINATION...
~SHANTELL COOPER~