Poetry Corner: No Mind Paid

With every Burst of the Rifle

Imma Free Man

Even if I die with said Gun in my hand

See what you don’t understand

If you believe you can control or stop death

Then you don’t believe in God’s divine plan

The Mask over your mouth

But your destiny in a wicked Government’s hand

So damn Gullible and Weak

I thought life was for the living

Looks like all we got left is dead sheep

You got twelfth hundred dollars

I got the same too

But the cereal and meat too damn high

And it’s only one box left

What the fuck we gon’ do?

The Clock’s going tick tock

But you know the clown can never be serious

Gotta show our ass for Tik Tok

Mental Slavery before long

Before I be a slave again

I’ll be gone

It’s The ballot or the projectile

No liberty for any reason means

We comfortable in our playpen prisons

Like a Fuckin Child A lot of people died

Fuck the Vote

But mainly for you and me to be free

Racist Gun Control

Telling you where the fuck to go is direct disrespect to Robert F. Williams and Huey P