Dry Mouth Going Up Hill Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

How could you doubt me
when you don't know a thing about me
It astounds me
Generalization is racist
Man up and face it
Visualization of my Kingness
Ultilization of my realness
Feel this and kill all previous illness
Know that if it works agains lt you it's worthless
Further more claim your right to wear your crown
Despite the enemies attempts to keep you down
Rise higher than clouds
Claim all that wasn't aloud to your forfathers
Go harder than Shaka Zulu
Go harder than Martin Luther
Go Harder than Malcom X
Go harder than Steve Biko
Just take it further
With lyrical murder and spit that lethal
Sometimes your attempt may seem feeble
You even consider going illegal
In attempts to soar like an eagle
Flow sick got the measles
Eat protools and Kgwadis beats for breakfast lunch and dinner
I'm on one tryna be that winner
Master craftsmen of the verse
Fine tuning my blade so when I cut it hurts
Askin myself will I ever realize my worth
Be king of my turf
Everyday I fight with the King of the Earth
It's a never ending battle
Cold sweats in the middle of the night
Chasing day break
Not knowing when the judge will sound his gable
Comin to the front straight outa last place
I don't mask my face when I'm all up in your face
Gettin mines is the case
Doin that til I'm gone
Feel the itch in my palm
It rings louder than any alarm
I told myself go get it
That's exactly what I plan to do
Representing the Conscious til I'm threw




Young.


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