Did you get the message by Mr. OMG is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. Have you ever met a female serpent? No, her hair is not always long or shine like silk with smooth skin like milk, her eyes are not blue or burn with flames and no she’s not wearing a red dress, but believe me when I tell you this they come in all different sizes. Have you ever met a female serpent? For me it was her smile and those eyes, those eyes, those eyes, it was as if she was speaking to me subliminally, her eyes speak silently but yet so loud, it was as if she was saying "take me", I want you to want me, but somehow I felt like I needed her, I used to think a female serpent was just beauty, but this one was mental, she loves to play mind games, with mind fields inside your own damn mind, and her favorite violin is your heart strings, I was playing a game I would not win, her love spell got me pin and deep within like Adam I knew this was more than just a snake bite. Why dangerous things are so beautiful? Ready and willing to give my heart to be place on a cross, but that’s not the worst part she refuse to let me go or let me die, keeping me half pass dead, playing tricks with my head. Have you ever met a female serpent that would make even God repent? Her rain of broken hearts knew no ends, she don’t want to break you just only a little pass bend, see broken bones will heal but a broken spirit is hard to mend, it would have been better to have a ghost for a friend because a female serpent heart is made out of ice, so the next time you see a beautiful woman you might just want to think twice. She's My Serpent by Richard Thompson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. I want to look into your eyes And penetrate your soul Make love To your spiritual Caress your intellectual While stimulating your mind Be your visual The eve To your adam The apple to your serpent The garden of your seed Won't that be beautiful? Legacy, Of our love Feening for your tenderness As my fingers massage ya flesh As your banana split my chest Mesmerising Tranquilising Lost in the thoughts of you Wishing I could say I love you As I gazed into your eyes But to those words I am blind Even when I think about you The words I can't find If I fall for you I know I would never be the same Your love is the strongest drug Ever So hard to recover And I'm on one Your the only one Have me wrapped around your finger Yeah! I'm underneath your spell I want to be your danny's Glover Forever My curtains open for you Explore me Like diego Don't be shy love Worship my temple And I'll confess to your soul Your presence is so uncommon It bothers me How you don't see your worth My shy love I want to stand tall for you But I'm falling This is true I want To adore you Give my all With no Confusion.. Wondering if that would be enough You are the truth Perfect for me I'm ready to be your victim Be your completion Like God intended Waiting for you to accept m Hypnotising So you see no other Than me Look into my eyes. Priceless love? My love... Shy Love by Holly Missick is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. I see my brothers dem calling each other nigga calling da black chirren nigga calling dey heroes nigga calling dey Daddy nigga calling dey self nigga My brothers dem gone so far as to call me nigga I say wait. Hold on - yall know we een niggas, right? When da white man meet da black man we was Kings, merchants, artists, soulJahs, fathers, sailors, philosophers, warriors, architects, healers, historians, astrologists, elders - diverse in trade and skill but united in dignity and pride, self respect and self reliance. Den da Arabs who we did dun been trading with link up wit da white man and dey say - sell us your outcasts, ya lawbreakers and thief dem who yall dun expel from da African communities. And dat turn from sell us ya outcasts to sell us ya enemies. Den dat turn to, run before we tief you too - een no class! All yall is niggers. See, da white man greed tempt him so bad he get tired a dealing wit da black man merchant and his ethical rules. He say he wan build empires for his ego and klan and wan use da black man riches, da black man labour, da black man woman, and da black man child to build it. Now dey dispute our glorious past but one ting we know fa sure, only da devil coulda do to humans what da white man do to us. Transport us naked in vomit, sick, and shit, Skin and castrate da black man - alive; feed da black babies to crocodiles and buckets of boiling tar, whip da black woman till ha skin voluntarily peel off her body Da white man enslave we for over 400 years… and ine talkin hard work in hot sun from 9 to 5 yanno, I talkin over 400 years of dying a death dat doh kill ya body but murder ya soul. I talkin workin harder den donkey and dog, starving us of food and water, but feeding us a poisonous diet of self hate, shame, worthlessness and lies! All packed like disease filled rats and worms into a 6 letter word. Orrr.. Une kno das where nigga come from aye? Deyn tell you das how we came to be called niggers in da first place? Da white man couldn’t just up an hang us from da trees and use our mothers for milk and meat - the world have some decency. He needed a reason to slaughter 50 million plus human beings, and enslave da rest… and nigger was his righteous cause. Wa you mean, why I cut off da black man dick? Rape his wife, and molest his young daughters? Cuz dey is niggers! Das why! Deyn nuttin but savages and barbarians, witches and retards, cannibals, animals, idiots, heathens - dogs. No man, lower den dogs… Niggers! niggers. And yeah you ga different types of niggers - Black black niggers, brown skin niggers, red niggers, bright skin niggers, tall niggers, short niggers, strong niggers, weak niggers house niggers, field niggers, loyal niggers, dumb niggers, smart niggers, queer niggers, cripple niggers, uppity niggers - But niggers all da same! All niggers. Niggers dumb. Niggers dirty. Niggers worthless. Niggers godless. Niggers don’t have no name but nigger. Das who dey is. Das all dey is. Das all dey ever gin be. And watching demons from the hottest pits of hell enslave our once great race, the world accepted this maggot filled, devil made lie that the black people of sub-Saharan Africa were not human beings from whom we all descend, but lowly niggers begging to be enslaved… And it was easy for them to swallow that soul corrupting lie when they ate it with sweet plantation sugar and slave produced salt. Soon our ancestral homelands became the white man’s fantasy land filled with mountains of iron ore, diamonds, sapphire, platinum, and gold, endless plains of fertile land, rubber trees, and oceans and oceans of oil… Why purchase their treasures with money when we can buy it for free with lies and blood? Even den we was too proud to take off Igbo, take off Akan, take off Bantu, take off Wolof, take off Kongo, take off Yoruba, take off Asante and put on an identity formed in the rotten bowels of da white man’s soul - the stinking shit soaked rags of nigger. So the white man, needing our cooperation to execute his evil plan could not understand how chained bodies could hold free men. He mussee say een no point I convince da world dat dey is niggers when dey still know dey come from Kings. Viciously determined to break us, he tied us down, cut us open, and ripped out the only two things that we had left - our pride and self respect. And after an eternity of freedom, the black man was ignominiously plunged into over four centuries of impenetrable darkness… (to be continued…) New Niggas by Dominick Rolle is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. |
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