Controling...... Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

and what wood you due
when you ain't a color
registered on the passport as country
no matter the country
you got a two degrees
and chartalism under your control
the fiat money
sow you go by your Tribes
then Clan down
you know i fake em to the face all day long
talk and correspond in they language
and when i wanna shove em off i speak in my language to separate
str8 turn em off
cause a human being will be a human being
and a Soul will be a Soul
and your word will rock on sense it was borne
and my arts will display every aspect to the date of my birth infinitively
sow do i care about a color and a gender misplacement?
hell nah...
if you black then you that color of whoever created it for you to be and be glad by it of the operating procedures and rules
same goes to the whites
and same goes to the browns
and same goes to the reds
and same goes to the blues
and so on with their psychology
that's why keep clever by disengaging their psychology
only engaging for the fakeness
as they walk off smiling...
customer service at its best
str8 controling....