The Game: Who Are The Banks? Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

The Game: Who Are The Banks?



anyone actually...
does the US Mint gives its fresh and old monies directly to the citizens of the corporation called
United States of America
which "of America" is critical in really seeing but hundreds of trillions will never
and chartalism ain't nothing cause if you do work for me
or i do for you
it is all free....
that money ain't real
and before that cowrie shells was the currency
and still is to an extent of many
due to the spiritual nature and femininity of the nature
would you wear swamp me a hog for about 40 pounds of cowrie shells?
how many ways can you artistically express a cowrie shells worldwide vs how long will a hog last without reproduction?
yeah you can use the skin as leather righ?
okay a preservation technique you can use what many tribes did before
which still works today
on the real
but i ain't telling ya
really though
and it ain't no warrant for my arrest to stop being broke and sane
cause a truck driving with a platoon serves em best
with the people real property value raising up
and the safety leaves insane out looking withered and bafoon
burnt out and deceived
locked out and terminated on sight with they glock or shotgun blast
making sure you and your son and your daughter never breathe again
i rather give you my pages
and never my pages be a slave in a real way...
price discrimination and who are the banks?
and whatcha gon do?
i rather give ya my switch
turn em on forever instead of wasting my time
and i betcha your pastor and rev ain't housing ya
and neither buying all the hotels to house ya ain't he or she?
you can get blown away with the false pretense of a relationship that'll slap you backwards in the back of a caddy lapsed (echoing)
oh righ ah righ (echoing)
yeah art to the fullest without none of they style
embedded with nothing but truth and facts
all the time and never slacking on ya
you better keep your head in the books
by them authors
who be like you
of the phenotypes
think they writing fo nuttin'?
and why you bullshytin....

Wednesday, July 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: real life,real success
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
the average citizen will not landscape their own yard due to fear of the simplest thing and another reason is they lost their cultural skills and another reason is because spending with you is a luxury to they brain twisted in a world where imaginary money don't rule and on the weekend they get their religion plus an ultimate night out before or two thinking it is the weekend but it ain't though...sit back and watch how they program goes...then watch their psychology like all zoo animals who got pulled from their natural habitat to be looked at as entertainment within their reality and you wonder why they be so hostile and they try to domicile em all as if natural living will boost their lives by trying to make em pets when a natural order is outside starving and misplaced and now attacking you at either direction and will you make it? nah...even the weather is being called killers except them....but The Game is deeper than you can ever imagine while seeing everything for who they are cause real recognize real and many thousands of assassins do not like that so you can betcha no suckas live here and want no suckas live here....
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