black american crayola spectrum: the first color

tradition (black canon love)

pass me not
while listening the love train of the ojays
climbing the stairway to heaven seeing something simply beautiful..
enough to give you that love T.K.O.
to somebad mamma jamma with a soul to embrace
   a smooth caramel vessel to tongue trace that honey love
while bumping and grinding through the rough side of the mountains of life..


give me the light and see the ms. jacksons fade to the blackness of obscurity
  i’m leaving reality for that midnight train of subconsciousness to that imagination
           that  runs away            twists away   
from down the main street poppin tags with their nikes    while they walk it out…

two-steps away from enlightenment
two steps closer to materialistic ignorance ….

mlk and malcolm for the pushaman….

but

i’m god son
the jesus jewel
who shines brighter than any roc
any bling that jacob can jewel..

i’m just doing my job to job
so before kingdom come
let me make my soul my community   want to holla
at all the injustice filling this american landfill….

it’s take to wake up everybody
and get knuck
and get our buck for others and not ourselves…

let’s stop smoking bushes
but rather burn them while getting fresh
and so clean clean up this player club
called the senate because
there is no sex in the champagne room….

let’s take that magellian fantastic voyage of vindication,
reclaiming resurrecting the onward christian soldiers
to fight on the battlefield for our selves and our worths.

cause i know a change gonna come.