A young man
Walked up to an elderly couple one day on the street
He asked "Have you heard of Nubian Reign?"
"Do you know what you're asking for son?" the old man replied
"I need to know what it is and who it is,” he said.
The old man released his wife and looked into the young man's eyes
As his eyes began to glow the young man became scared and afraid
But it was too late
Grabbing the young man by the hand
"This is what you asked for" he said, "This is Nubian Reign"
Into space they disappeared coming upon five dimensions of spirit
"Choose your way", the old man bellowed to the young man.
Down the first Spiritual corridor he entered and felt someone inside...
The soulful embodiments of syllables wrapped in ballpoint
materials is the path I walk with my pen says RiP
Down the second corridor of Respect someone whispered to him...
Healing one's self, before dealing with anything else
is the wisdom of YNotMe
Down the third corridor of Revolution a voice shouted...
Poetically enSLAVEd to the injustices of AmeriKan Scream
that tears through the ears of the Unconscious Mind is the
power of the RadiKalSon
Down the fourth corridor of Change he was told....
Releasing holds from social nooses while penetrating
minds to free forbidden mental juices is the sign of PoetiCCessence
Down the fifth corridor of Knowledge he was taught...
Keeping it real while educating the masses and schooling
my people like Black History classes is the grace of Dmellifluous1da
And upon leaving the last stage
He was back on the same corner
Yet not the same
What he was seeking was not one thing
He now knew life was a game no more
Somehow it seemed sane
He found his fate in life
The journey was completed
By a wise old man
And five drops of Nubian Reign.