Principle Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

Principle



i told my Greats last night
while containing an offering to em
that if i don't keep bangin for who we don't have yet
and what we can't obtain yet
then our team gon lose on the real(echoing)
so like that banking story out of Bangladesh
to the major schooling business institution in Bangalore
i gotta bang on em with the heart and will soulfully
i remember my people struggling fo life to remain in the flesh to put in work to the fullest off that next opportunity
although they body was well equipped to keep up
after dem Jim Crow laws and other beep
you know you trying to keep spiritual as that karma comes back
one racist cracker and neo-colonist kills your members then what you gon do?
and sow now in the 2000s they be the business like Tulsa before the bombings and shootings and hangings you see me
yeah...
its like how you wonder to wake up out your bed after traveling nonphysically to be threaten to dem offbrands who be swearing you and them good righ?
you can't wonder when reality is burning
you can't wonder when that bomb hit yours for no reason
and don't give beep about what they say really though
and see mine done endure the worst of the craziest you know
too deep in the principles of traditions
now everywhere i go across the planet
they make me out to be a stereotype negatively
although when you a famed human being you get the chance to be positive and change brand across they eyes
although
this is Soul deep
cause a body is a body...
you can't make a body enemious of another unless you come from a place of no good without the body you see me...
yeah they a different species on the real
seeing str8 thru em for all they worth
and they ain't worth a positive principle(echoing) ....

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
yeah if you bangin' then you like that business owner who came up from nothing providing monies to their people indigenously in Bangladesh like i got in mind seriously on powerpoint and leading the way exponentially like that prestigious business institution in Bangalore...you gon learn it ain't no such thang as love out here and dem emotions you be thinking to be feeling you on ain't nothing but words to brain with no images no brain can understand uniformity worldwide although everybody understand education leads to no blindness culturally and for your business and economics and this is real and think dem same wannabe enemies ain't up to no good still then on the real that same thinking and reassurance of luxurious falseness will catch you slippin like a tech to the side of your passenger door when you was mackin tah a trick who ain't about you and theirs getting rite...smokey roads indeed and you ain't knowing we don been thru the same stuff worldwide is why we stare at you bonded speaking in differently languages so that divide ain't happening like thought...you better rearrange your sickness tah dah toilet like you suppose tah...these people in USA be thinking they got it made but really poor by real GDP taking to steal and rob and kill others thru military expeditions is why so much goes to military spending and the people of hunger depends on the troops to severe the pain so they will never fall to their knees begging after so much third world pointing and bragging...you ain't knowing you in a great depression on the real...better check these cities and why so much commercial property up for sale like an atomic hit it with no getback....fools sleeping and they gon die that way with they eyelids up high in the moments of sex and religions and politics and they emotions without no logic and what they really saying to the world who got it all is "we hungry so you better fed us or we'll run up in the spots with heatas gas masked insane...." and convoys out come the squads humping and sliding and parachuting behind lies and they die without ever knowing closed casketed fitted left with an insurance policy and a medal hoping they family live on except they don't...cold game indeed
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