Yelling 
Failing 
Telling 
Me 
To be 
Your one 
And 
Only
Black genocide 
Black pride
One in the same 
We hide the truth of what is inside
The tide
That crashes 
Down 
On the beach
Trying to 
Teach 
TuPac 
Was not 
Media preached 
To hot in fame
My race to shame 
Cannot Tame
Jealousy 
To see 
That genocide be 
What you do to my black 
Face
Martin, Malcolm, Mackavelli
where could you be hiding under the 
Bodhi tree 
Of life
Nirvana 
You found 
And 
Turned around 
To give to the community 
That could not understand thy 
In the living
Prematurely 
Life not given 
You driven in flesh
Continually being refreshed
So 
We can regain 
New thoughts 
New brain
Power
To build our own black 
Tower 
To the stairway of 
Property 
Not 
Being 
Me
Reparations
Given 
Freely