black dominos

cursed with styreotypical psychological obsticles before ejaculated from testicles
although in night clubs blood flows out every night
poverty remains behind refusing to flow out of my black blood
poverty perverted my people with prostitution
like youthful cries buried in dark spiritual rhealms
with voices that cry in still silence
while parents urge that we persue education
politics stand firm as the back bone of corruption
forcing my sister to lay on her back to feed her past procecutions
for her hard fought education is worthless without money to purchase the right conections
my forefathers left me nothing but an inheritance of generational curses
generation to generation we keep falling like dominos of a black nationa
now i've learned the only way to overthrow dejavu is through castation