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THIS IS ABOUT ALIFE STRUGGLE OF RACIAL ISSUES AVOIDED/GOALS,AND DREAMS FOLLOWED
VIOLATE MY SPEECH

OKAY OKAY,
MARTIN LUTHER KING SAID.
"LET FREEDOM RING"/
"WE SHALL OVER COME SOME DAY",
IS THE WORDS THAT HIM AND HIS PEOPLE HAD TO SING/
STRUGGLER TRYING TO MAKE IN DO THERE THING/
HE SAID ," I HAVE A DREAM"/
ALL THAT HE SPOKE OF ARE THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH/
I REMEBER ARMADU ,
PULLING OUT HIS WALLET,
AND GETTING WHIPPED WITH 41 SHOTS/
AND RODNEY KING GETTING HIS BUTT BEAT/
IM NOT THE ONLY VICTIM FOLLOWING MY DREAMS/
BIGGER HUMANS TRYNA OVER TALK ME/
JUDGE ME/
SHIT IS GETTIN UGLY/
THEY TRYNA MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A PUSSY/
GOD HAD THEIR TRIGGERS REVERSED BEFOR THEIR BULLET CAN EVEN TOUCH ME/
GOALS IN THE MIRRORS SHATTERED IN TINY BITS/
PRAYING TOO HARD ,
AND THE GOALS ARE GLUED BACK IN ONE PIECE/
GETTING STRONGER WITH MY SHIT,
CUASE I DONT GET A CHANCE TO SLEEP/
TRYNA KEEP MY EYES OPEN,
CAUSE THEM THINGS OUT THERE ATTACK WHEN THEY CREEP/
THEY WILL DO YOU DIRTY AND POKE YOU IN THE ASS WHEN THEY SNEAK UP/
LIE ON YOU,LIE ON ME,
SHUT ME DOWN AND WONT EVEN LET ME SPEAK UP/
THATS WHY I WAS BORN A REBEL AGAINST MY PAPA PLAYER/
BREAKING OUT OF MY HOUSE PRISONED CHAINS/
UNDERSTAND MY REACTIONS,
WHEN YOU CROSS MY LINE,MY LIFE,MY PATH, AND TURN MY GOALS INTO PIPE DREAMS,
AND SEE WHAT YOU GET..
WHEN YOU VIOLATE MY SPEECH.....

can i introduce myself in my rhymes with out any interruptions?/
be cool and calm without any desruptions?/
let you know how my intelligence can function?/
can i express my thougts and feelings without you have to cuase any emotions like volcanic eruptions?/
read me now and then we can have a discussion?/
writing from the bottom of the heart up to from the brain,
so the words can reach your mind that i get touchin?/
prove to you that turning my struggles ,and my pain into ann art of talents are no dysfunction?/
we have not been properly introduced/
let me rhyme you the truth/
let me speak up to u/
my name is zenas from the light and weak side of my self/
but they call me scythe from the dark and strong side of my other self/
i speak properly/
and i have no knowledge of proper ebonics,
before you mock me,diss me or call me an arrogant name like "white boy"
like most other souther black girls do..
please allow me to tell you that i may or may not look hot/
but i am half hip hop/
and i am half goth/
i am half black and i am half cherokee,
you in there droppin hammers on me cause i aint on your level/
i wont get on your pace cause i refuse to walk along with the devil/
black jeans/
black timbs/
black vlado boots/black shirts/
and a tattoo/
stop critizising me and get your hate off my back,
before i grab that tombstone and smack you/

OKAY OKAY,
MARTIN LUTHER KING SAID.
"LET FREEDOM RING"/
"WE SHALL OVER COME SOME DAY",
IS THE WORDS THAT HIM AND HIS PEOPLE HAD TO SING/
STRUGGLER TRYING TO MAKE IN DO THERE THING/
HE SAID ," I HAVE A DREAM"/
ALL THAT HE SPOKE OF ARE THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH/
I REMEBER ARMADU ,
PULLING OUT HIS WALLET,
AND GETTING WHIPPED WITH 41 SHOTS/
AND RODNEY KING GETTING HIS BUTT BEAT/
IM NOT THE ONLY VICTIM FOLLOWING MY DREAMS/
BIGGER HUMANS TRYNA OVER TALK ME/
JUDGE ME/
SHIT IS GETTIN UGLY/
THEY TRYNA MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A PUSSY/
GOD HAD THEIR TRIGGERS REVERSED BEFOR THEIR BULLET CAN EVEN TOUCH ME/
GOALS IN THE MIRRORS SHATTERED IN TINY BITS/
PRAYING TOO HARD ,
AND THE GOALS ARE GLUED BACK IN ONE PIECE/
GETTING STRONGER WITH MY SHIT,
CUASE I DONT GET A CHANCE TO SLEEP/
TRYNA KEEP MY EYES OPEN,
CAUSE THEM THINGS OUT THERE ATTACK WHEN THEY CREEP/
THEY WILL DO YOU DIRTY AND POKE YOU IN THE ASS WHEN THEY SNEAK UP/
LIE ON YOU,LIE ON ME,
SHUT ME DOWN AND WONT EVEN LET ME SPEAK UP/
THATS WHY I WAS BORN A REBEL AGAINST MY PAPA PLAYER/
BREAKING OUT OF MY HOUSE PRISONED CHAINS/
UNDERSTAND MY REACTIONS,
WHEN YOU CROSS MY LINE,MY LIFE,MY PATH, AND TURN MY GOALS INTO PIPE DREAMS,
AND SEE WHAT YOU GET..
WHEN YOU VIOLATE MY SPEECH.....

i like to play with fire,
but not like that/
i wanna satisfy her sexual desires,
but her booty just gotta be more like fat/
you gonna get tire,
and stop bugging and begging , cause you know i dont take crap/

i am a little bit optimistic/i dont try to look back/
so just STFU!! and listen/
cause you aint doin nuffin but makin memory bring up shit from my past/
so why dont you quit accusing me of being pessemistic/
before i even make you mad/
i listen to you,
so why dont you ever listen to me ??
cause all you gonna do is get your tuff self knocked down off your own feet/
cause you in my face trying to violate my speech.

im from upnorth/
and them sarcastic asses are from downsouth/
im not an opened minded person,
so dont ever aacuse me of beiong a proud mouth/
dirty ass chickens dont know how to keep there moths zip locked/
we boston style chickens know how to keep our lips locked/
being sociable aint easy ,
cuase the next big thing you wanna do is talk shit/
then come to me with a split lip/

i wish i had some asian and hispanic friends/
and a thick ass hispanic wife/
all my life i had to fifg/
and live right/
i been dealing with folks bragging about white and black pride/dealing with colored people
who only mock and joke about skin colors/
the ones who got racial issues/
all they wann do is waste nice folks tears on facial tissues/
im light skinned/
mosy of my other ex's are black/
they talk smack,
cause im eduacted/
they get mad /
cuase im situated/
calling me ignorant and stupid names like "white boy",
i dont use racial remarks and start stupid games/

my dad aka papa player's side of the family is interracially mixed and we are all from the north/
my birth mama and her side of the family is all black and are from the south/...

understand me when i say that i am a hybrid/
i am half black and half cherokee/
im not from the south/
and i didnt do anything wrong either!
but im a yankee fliving under martin luther kings words as well as remembering his words,
as i go through phases of struggle in my life/
following my dreams/
and my goals on the life streams/

no body down here gives a damn/
and nobody down here is tryna get married when they can/
whats better? go to the chapel and get buried like a dead man,
is just how i look at the dirty south/

im just crossing borders,looking for a life/
you just crossing my bounderies looking for a fight/
and see what happens when you violate my speech.....


OKAY OKAY,
MARTIN LUTHER KING SAID.
"LET FREEDOM RING"/
"WE SHALL OVER COME SOME DAY",
IS THE WORDS THAT HIM AND HIS PEOPLE HAD TO SING/
STRUGGLER TRYING TO MAKE IN DO THERE THING/
HE SAID ," I HAVE A DREAM"/
ALL THAT HE SPOKE OF ARE THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH/
I REMEBER ARMADU ,
PULLING OUT HIS WALLET,
AND GETTING WHIPPED WITH 41 SHOTS/
AND RODNEY KING GETTING HIS BUTT BEAT/
IM NOT THE ONLY VICTIM FOLLOWING MY DREAMS/
BIGGER HUMANS TRYNA OVER TALK ME/
JUDGE ME/
SHIT IS GETTIN UGLY/
THEY TRYNA MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A PUSSY/
GOD HAD THEIR TRIGGERS REVERSED BEFOR THEIR BULLET CAN EVEN TOUCH ME/
GOALS IN THE MIRRORS SHATTERED IN TINY BITS/
PRAYING TOO HARD ,
AND THE GOALS ARE GLUED BACK IN ONE PIECE/
GETTING STRONGER WITH MY SHIT,
CUASE I DONT GET A CHANCE TO SLEEP/
TRYNA KEEP MY EYES OPEN,
CAUSE THEM THINGS OUT THERE ATTACK WHEN THEY CREEP/
THEY WILL DO YOU DIRTY AND POKE YOU IN THE ASS WHEN THEY SNEAK UP/
LIE ON YOU,LIE ON ME,
SHUT ME DOWN AND WONT EVEN LET ME SPEAK UP/
THATS WHY I WAS BORN A REBEL AGAINST MY PAPA PLAYER/
BREAKING OUT OF MY HOUSE PRISONED CHAINS/
UNDERSTAND MY REACTIONS,
WHEN YOU CROSS MY LINE,MY LIFE,MY PATH, AND TURN MY GOALS INTO PIPE DREAMS,
AND SEE WHAT YOU GET..
WHEN YOU VIOLATE MY SPEECH.....

ZENAS/SCYTHE©2007

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