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Ka'Ba -- Classic Slam poem

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Coba imamu Baraka a closed window looks down upon a dirty Courtyard in Black people call across or scream or walk across Define physics in the Stream of their will our world is built on sound our world is more lovely than anyone's though we suffer and kill each other and sometimes failed to walk the we are beautiful people with African imaginations full of mass condenses and chance in eyes and noses and arms though we strong and grade chains in a Place full of winters when what we want is son we have I've been captured brothers and now we labor to make our getaway into the ancient image a new correspondence with ourselves and our black families we need magic and now we need the spells to rise up to return to destroy and create what will be the sacred words  my response poem is entitled Africa Deborah have you ever heard of Nigerian Grill till the story of Agony and Legend through the lips Allegiant child in an inner-city playground I'm living life from the outside in observing my people my black people pass underground sunshine isoko frostbite a couple things over the greens MJ on the wall where diploma at are you trying to borrow a day and they don't care what they say take that cuz the money in the way Mona Lisa song what is wrong with us we let his beautiful melanin be the reason would look down upon by others in our cells we let deseo type active scripts that the famous flaws we let false facts take pictures that never make it past our Halls yet we let success slip through the fingers we should use to climb these walls oh you're waiting for soup man how about you let these stanzas be the words that you long for I gain knowledge by swimming in the sea of my ancestors that knowledge I spits you now my thinking brothers and sisters I submerge myself and listen to words what Swept Away by ocean currents and just barely catch them on their second stranch Drive my world is built on sound as well I heard the story of a colored kid kicking cans Across The Croc contemplating why his color confirmed is inevitable future of ridicule melancholy and misery only to find that his Happy Ever After was a heaven never asked for what about me makes end of Soul shiver is it cuz these miraculous words that slither off my tongue to the rhythm of mothers drum that make you repent all you've done is my fierceness is only poetic fever and I'm sticking it in and out smoother than contraceptives get the references in these sentences if you don't don't just listen and watch my opinions both take out piece of paper and a pen and pencil and take notes why are you so stubborn to hear my written opposition ignorance is listen to stereotypical Society your two troops are my peoples One Life we've been recorded is Two-Face when's dead the other hides but still we rise 1000 ways to the top 1000 more to go once we get there and you think you're about to lock me in the same cage the bird that inspires me I'll be delayed different pasture rent I'll be not down and I'll get right back up I'll ignore your negativity I will listen ever lasting success I will let these words be the Earth's in your soul driving skin me be the Messiah to your family's in let me breathe breath to the breakfast bring light to your kid you know the magic words so don't you ask for them again be patient my don't come when they want you African dabra or look they found you

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