Mirror of a chocolate Ivory source of 
sweet inherence wrapped in ancestral 
wisdom, Those who give assumptions of 
what his role is in this universe, He is the 
doctor, lawyer, judge, corporate 
president, Professor of great wisdom, the 
preacher, the warrior, the lover, the 
source of great understanding, don’t 
confuse the man with the boy. Man is 
man who comes in all flavor of choice, I 
hold the key to his legacy, don’t confuse 
the boy with the man. Middleman sings 
songs of defeat, Blackman the source of 
great love; he is the chocolate flavor, 
form of spiritual thoughts. Don’t confuse 
the boy with the man; He walks with the 
torch, the incubator of my seed, as yours 
as mind. Illusions selected by a few, 
judge man not by his brother, but by his 
own actions of life. 


The rock that sings, give me liberty are 
give me death, selected by a few who 
have not matured to his own self worth, 
cry not for my brother, the ancestors son 
of the new millennium has resurrected, 
be your words made, prophecies within a 
great king. The given heart, the heart of 
light, dark wings that haunt his bones. 
The Blackman the sanctuary of God’s 
love, an all men who walk with God’s 
love. 

The world turns and many different faces 
and intellectual frames of minds, be still 
as I sort the damage. And programs of 
ignorance, which must be deleted, if we 
may stand tall, take my hands, as I guide 
you thought the purification of the soul. 


Humble your self as I defamed the 
contents of your mind, the 
misconceptions of who the Blackman 
really is. He needs no validation from 
those, which he stands. All men come in 
the same frame, and the contents are the 
same. Chocolate ivory is the taste of my 
buds, I love all flavors, but this my 
favorite choice. Potpourri of great scent 
he lye upon my feet, long distance 
plantations ,submissiveness to his own 
pain. 


Gentle messages he gives to my mind. 
Reflections of a king that set before my 
church. Symbolic images of love that he 
sings in my ears. Mythological traditions 
of my ancestor’s songs. Rivers of the 
Nile, he enters my seas, flowing fluids of 
wisdom, that embrace my emptiness. 


Exhaling our tears, that set forth great 
love, frustrations of the world, which we 
give to God. Purifying the essence of our 
love. Rising above the obstacles that 
stand in the way of God’s love. Corrupted 
by those who assume my mans love. 
Prisons are for all that break the laws, be 
not fooled by the color of the skin, 
ignorance comes in all colors, origins. 
Treasures reflected with truth, oh the 
gentleness of his love, rebirth, 
remorsefulness, joyfulness, the 
submissiveness of great love. 


Gentle messages he gives to my mind. 
Reflections of a king that set before my 
church. Symbolic images of love that he 
sings in my ears. Mythological traditions 
of my ancestor’s songs. Rivers of the 
Nile, he enters my seas, flowing fluids of 
wisdom, that embrace my emptiness.