TELL THEM

Tell them,

Tell those that think we are weak,

that we are strong and fearless freaks

Our strengths are engraved in the creaks,

but one day, they shall be free.

Tell those thieves that make our thrones their homes

and feed our fruits of labour to the dogs,

I mean those Iscariots that sells our souls for lesser coins,

that one day we shall retrieve our souls

and trample their souls under the soles of our souls.

Tell them to suspend their eloquence,

that their grandiloquence is of no essence.

For their negligence made love to their indulgence

and gave birth to these insurgencies.

Tell them we are aware of their insolence.

Tell those that put their words under their tongues,

and say we are fantastically corrupt,

That it from their kingdom erupts.

Tell them their banks are the littering cans,

that hides our inheritance.

Tell those that say our brains are black,

That their white brains tell white lies,

and brings down the flying flies.

Remind them that black is beautiful.

                                                            

Tell them that says we are careless,

That our greatness is not lost in our fondness

Neither is our bravery lost in our fears,

Tell those that stand still to beware

That we still retain the crumbles of our greatness,

and the pots of the oil of gladness.

Tell them,

That our innocent tears shall one day rain

and flood their homes in vengeance

Tell them our silence is salient.

Tell them we are coming for our thrones,

For in us still lives the drops greatness!

As written by

Soul’e Rhymez™

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© 2016