I.D

I knew nish about the windrush and invite stroke ambush to prop up the NHS and utilise the surplus to clean the rubbish of the western virus 

The peacock of fascists was Enoch the racist in the epoch of prejudice that yanked my chain and was due to again and  again and again and again and again and again and again creating  thresholds between us and them 

I was being told to go back home by grown up men way before I was ten

The tactical onslaught began . Securing the groundwork clubs because rasta represented and reggae kept on hugging us like an anxious surrogate shielding us from the effects of an inevitable arrest

On the propaganda front was a fictitious alpha man

named Tarzan 

The flank; your Jim Davidsons

The formula of notorious becomes glorious created the legacy of alf garnet

and that's not the half of it

We were woven into a fabric

and racism was our carpeting

carefully tread 

cause in police custody some of us wound up ded

Flares and platforms were that norm 

a wave of consciousness embraced us as socialists, and , albeit mostly about the music , there was niche  within the collective

On the flipside the political riptide is Brits abide with which side their bread's buttered on , even if they know it's wrong so they go along with the subliminal indoctrination of white domination which favours beneficiaries of lighter shades of skin and it's a stronghold when a 1.6 percent population change exposes a sterile culture; imposing a new beginning 

It was the 80s. And you can say whatever you want; but when the  3rd biggest opposition is the national front, it has an impact on the feeling that you actually belong

Thatcher came along and it was on. Right right, left wrong

And the nf chanted threatening songs legalised and strong in lynch mobs of yobs who'd jump , not fight lone brothers who'd dare walk alone at night 

and scar him

We'd sing and pray but everything we had to say was shirked

We had riots like diets that don't work

and around that time Lennox Lewis won the world championship at wembley and one of them grabs my hand and gushes 'now you and me are brothers and they shifted their complaining to the Asian invasion

Much the same complaints , a bit less of the maiming 

Then a music genre dramatically put it on ya but the back lash was a re-hash  of consumer fodder

Thank heavens poetry is underground and the frequency is lower 

See hip hop came bounding like a prodigal son before it became a boring whore , foreboding imploding in self evolving folklore. 

Gladiatorially 

Originally the community spoke through an independent medium with the tenet of drums and the self-fathering academia of karnac lectures and briefly the second coming showed a  face that Sodom and Gomorrah defaced with crime and bass 

and as stateside was the birth place ,

talking loud and getting jiggy came to be a requiem of a baller called PAC and a G called biggy

Their legacy reigns in the self defeated phrase 'taking the nig out of the ghetto out of the nig '

Or something

Now social liberalism has a vision of equilibrium but its more practical for capitalism to colonise its rats into bunches of stats than to allow rugged individualism

That's why we had to be categorised as blacks 

and it's easier to stagnate than articulate the infinite bounty of the colour spectrum

During the heights of civil rights it was re-typed to feel right and our heroes used negroes and since then it's been coloureds , then blacks ,then niggas on crack in self fulfilling caricatures  but before that there was a season when somebody thought we were human beings and deserved the considered distinction of being Afro-Caribbean which was  la de da caviar to our community bourgeoisie 

But 

Now that metropolis has become a basin of homogenised lotion 

and Asians blend in and some eastern Europeans  act like homogenising's an unforseen task and they front rather than ask  what one's supposed to do in a melting pot

North Africans who already trust you to do business if you're that type,

some orientals who think you're to dark to respect and some English who agree but wind in their necks since there's no competitive representative elect and whose kids aint talking jafaican

Now we've all finished whinging about the job stealing house packing polish exodus and there are indentured poles saying the same about Romanians ; moaning about us is so 1970s and it's a minefield cussing Muslims 

In 2013 I can't help seeing eclecticism as a little suspect since we've all got radicals who are  septic 

So where do you fit against my legendary  constants

of the low expectation

drug dealing

penis wielding

handbag stealing

sucker punches that blight like red traffic lights on the road of my life

And there's a thing

Where wil that leave my children reared in a series of rotating interventions where everything we could possibly need is at our disposal yet something's missing

Like decisions

So who the heck am I now. Who are any one of us 

I.D I knew nish about the windrush and invite stroke ambush to prop up the NHS and utilise the surplus to clean the rubbish of the western virus  The peacock of fascists was Enoch the racist in the epoch of prejudice that yanked my chain and was due to again and  again and again and again and again and again and again creating  thresholds between us and them  I was being told to go back home by grown up men way before I was ten The tactical onslaught began . Securing the groundwork clubs because rasta represented and reggae kept on hugging us like an anxious surrogate shielding us from the effects of an inevitable arrest On the propaganda front was a fictitious alpha man named Tarzan  The flank; your Jim Davidsons The formula of notorious becomes glorious created the legacy of alf garnet and that's not the half of it We were woven into a fabric and racism was our carpeting carefully tread  cause in police custody some of us wound up ded Flares and platforms were that norm  a wave of consciousness embraced us as socialists, and , albeit mostly about the music , there was niche  within the collective On the flipside the political riptide is Brits abide with which side their bread's buttered on , even if they know it's wrong so they go along with the subliminal indoctrination of white domination which favours beneficiaries of lighter shades of skin and it's a stronghold when a 1.6 percent population change exposes a sterile culture; imposing a new beginning  It was the 80s. And you can say whatever you want; but when the  3rd biggest opposition is the national front, it has an impact on the feeling that you actually belong Thatcher came along and it was on. Right right, left wrong And the nf chanted threatening songs legalised and strong in lynch mobs of yobs who'd jump , not fight lone brothers who'd dare walk alone at night  and scar him We'd sing and pray but everything we had to say was shirked We had riots like diets that don't work and around that time Lennox Lewis won the world championship at wembley and one of them grabs my hand and gushes 'now you and me are brothers and they shifted their complaining to the Asian invasion Much the same complaints , a bit less of the maiming  Then a music genre dramatically put it on ya but the back lash was a re-hash  of consumer fodder Thank heavens poetry is underground and the frequency is lower  See hip hop came bounding like a prodigal son before it became a boring whore , foreboding imploding in self evolving folklore.  Gladiatorially  Originally the community spoke through an independent medium with the tenet of drums and the self-fathering academia of karnac lectures and briefly the second coming showed a  face that Sodom and Gomorrah defaced with crime and bass  and as stateside was the birth place , talking loud and getting jiggy came to be a requiem of a baller called PAC and a G called biggy Their legacy reigns in the self defeated phrase 'taking the nig out of the ghetto out of the nig ' Or something Now social liberalism has a vision of equilibrium and its more practical for capitalism to colonise its rats into bunches of stats than to allow rugged individualism That's why we had to be categorised as blacks  and it's easier to stagnate than articulate the infinite bounty of the colour spectrum During the heights of civil rights it was re-typed to feel right and our heroes used negroes and since then it's been coloureds , then blacks ,then niggas on crack in self fulfilling caricatures  but before that there was a season when somebody thought we were human beings and deserved the considered distinction of being Afro-Caribbean which was  la de da caviar to our community bourgeoisie  But  Now that metropolis has become a basin of homogenised lotion  and Asians blend in and some eastern Europeans  act like homogenising's an unforseen task and they front rather than ask  what one's supposed to do in a melting pot North Africans who already trust you to do business if you're that type, some orientals who think you're to dark to respect and some English who agree but wind in their necks since there's no competitive representative elect and whose kids aint talking jafaican Now we've all finished whinging about the job stealing house packing polish exodus and there are indentured poles saying the same about Romanians ; moaning about us is so 1970s and it's a minefield cussing Muslims  In 2013 I can't help seeing eclecticism as a little suspect since we've all got radicals who are  septic  So where do you fit against my legendary  constants of the low expectation drug dealing penis wielding handbag stealing sucker punches that blight like red traffic lights on the road of my life And there's a thing Where wil that leave my children reared in a series of rotating interventions where everything we could possibly need is at our disposal yet something's missing Like decisions So who the heck am I now. Who are any one of us 

I'n'I

Close up your two ear, absorb through your third eye
Tis I
Masai descendant rastafari uprooted from foundations

Alienated in the new world

marginalised by contemporaries
And facing extinction
True de I
true to de I
whatever the direction
of civilisation
seeking Zion
through the radial entrapment of Babylon

The flaying fibre of the family torn from our bosom
to roam in the swamp of woe
a nomad
without patronage 

and one would've thought that after all this time
my star would shine
in line with the nine
that orbit the sun
and Jah will be done
on earth
as it is in heaven
Because its been so long since there's been universal inity among bredren

My people extend rods
to trendy gods
in cliques grouping the strength of the weak
sapped through malaise
into songs of praise
but I've ceased
to indulge the beast
from the fat man
to the vat man
With some regret
I grant, I sweat
injustices
though status is what status quo is

The white eye got the green eye and wet red hands
Behold the gun, they stole the drum,

and yellow earth that mirrored the sun
now the aboriginal and the Navaho of Gad  are all gone
And they would do a biopsy in my soul in an effort to own it
But i'n I psychic is I 'n I sidekick
and you can no more penetrate 
divinity than you can separate wet from water

I was a million of us though now I am a hundred                                                                              walking in the unswerving  path of righteousness
ambushed and discredited by instigators of perpetrators bribed to take the road more commercial                                            than controversial
since the I a response with livity not hate
so they don't need to ship coke and murder folk like the FBI in 68 
 
All counter action done get kill out with guerrilla faction ,                                                        overruled by  inocuosnous of Jewish masons and screwface superclass to curb the itinuation of the internal I ;                                                                                                                                              the mineral of die-hard revolution                                                                                                                                     because our spirit is embedded in the groin of delayed justice
nourished on the black milk of aborted time                                                                                       until the colour of a man's skin is of no more significance

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The N word

When u refer to u and yours as nga, you are anouncing a personnal acceptence of an underclass status that legislated that you were officially sub-human and by virtue of sciences too deficient in emotional  and cognative intelligence  to  be acknowledged in European  society or warrant more merit than a dog. 
There has always been smoke without fire and shit sticks. It also spreads and leaves odours. So when all the minerals of life have left your mortal organism like white  faeces the  odour of your shit whafts then clings to ur closest dna until the bacterium of it's live cultures gets into the skin and they are infected with symptoms with no idea of the roots. The speculation of the evolution stimulates a hybrid of mechanisms that without knowledge of self give birth to a fatherless prototype; a self ordained modern day niga