Black Pyramids

This is a captivating tale of our fall from grace from Kings to slaves and Queen’s to hoe’s

I suppose this is how the story goes our black queen’s had cheetahs for pets not the Elizabeth Taylor “Cleopatra” but out real queens in Africa, betrayed her king just like eve and messed up the whole plan of attack since the cheetah’s on the loose looking for you know who

To become whole no longer revered but just used, betraying her man who would have died to protect her honor centuries ago still happing in today’s society just because we don’t know our His-story how could you betray me and lay down with the enemy braiding Sampson’s hair all I could do was just watch and stare at the unbelievable sight before my eyes death before dishonor is why I cry, Royalty no more reduced to the common w***e I hear your 6 inch stiletto’s clicking my marble floors as your stuffing your panties into fake Michael Kor’s, So don’t forget to lock the door I set the alarm to wake up once more no more priceless jewels just imitation fools not cool I’ll patiently wait for my queen to return to me, but will she? Because her love isn’t free it comes with the price of eternity

 

Slowly building blocks to heaven starting from the bottom working my way up the ranks from pawn to king killing everything in-between social media and reality TV has me looking at you differently not adoringly like it should be but with hate and envy not to mention greed and jealous through mundane mediocrity a judging society that will never get me in the past tense of the word his writings are incomprehensive and absurd he has the nerve to put pen to paper whenever he wishes contemplating temporary forever’s though chasing women, money and fame

It was written all under his pen name so, which do you prefer sunsets or full moons it seems judgement day came a little too soon so what defines a wealthy black man in America? The home of the brave I guess dominate like a King, but oppressed like a slave, but maybe I’ll study Baduism and find Erykah so, Annie are you Ok? I can’t look away from the future in a dystopian wasteland of poetic contraband so I simply choose you she said, “What can I offer you? That your past women haven’t? And I said fortitude and complete understanding…

 

Now walking the black sand beaches in Hawaii like Obama looking for Michelle with a slight grin of a secret that will surely kill me if I tell, I got dreams but they’re not for sell I can loan them to you but at 20 percent interest this H classification of diction will see the inclusion of a small feather since critics critique nonsense they only look for imperfection than merit or substance they settle for the outward appearance of flawlessness instead of substance, just like all my past lives I’ve lived, loved, and learned that nothing gold can stay memories just slowly fade away equaling out a day in forever so I let nothing go to waste, I taste only the finest grapes, eat the most nourishing foods, and fall in love depending on my mood, I hid the secret message to the “Meaning of Life” in the nose of the Sphinx to blow living for a millennium of thermoluminescence that defines us, reverse archeology digging for buried treasures and forbidden pleasures the one and only great immortal soul cursed never to grow old will show promise or disappointment for this one a little too soon, Planted fertile seeds that are sterile inside the womb, the cheetahs are on the loose searching for our queen to return home from the pharaoh’s tomb

 

(In spired by the songs “Pyramid’s” by Franck Ocean and “King Kunta by Kendrick Lamar)