My Casket Will Only Drop Once (Real Brethren Indigenously) Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

but my ancestral mindset will
the factor bee outside
the youth i know of parentheses multiplying success
we bee the outcome as our mindsets over below for our infinite times
real life never dies
that other propaganda is there to make weakness spread like mucus throughout the body
stuck in stagnancy
dependent on your immobility and inability to walk that rite path
and they be setrippin' once you declared to be turned on
ain't no defeat here
and if you hoping there was
then you might as well speak to your maker which could be your Mutha or an outside entity you can't see no matter if you die a thousand times coward
cause you was never an Atlanta Black Cracker nah youza fearing shackled trick....