How Can You Judge Me

It is, well in itself an abundance of thoughts.

How Can You Judge Me?

The sky is silent while the world moves slowly,
A basic thing for sure, however are my moves any different?
As I feel eyes watching like portraits hanging throughout a museum,
You see him as he is, do you see yourself the same?
Who am to judge but know exactly who to blame?
Where the situation is similar; a ghetto exterior filled with secret departments in our apartment is trap doors,
Be careful which one you walk into,
Fall deep into the heart of darkness,
Black profile is not racist until printed out is the picture as if he's Satan,
A demon in heaven,
Cloud of tears, dressed in a shroud of stares,
Aimed pistols at religion because it isn't fair,
But what is?

Who truly keeps innocence?
Sweet virginity but promiscuity threatened that realization,
Instead,
Hold dear that their insults don't bear no feelings,
Because yours are emancipated....
Stoic aint it?
Reasons inexplicable for many reasons,
Telling is treason against thy self,
Benedict Arnold...
Judas praying to the sky as the Sun is actually Ra and blacks are truly Egyptian,
Can't resist all the knowledge despite facts if snobby,
Levels are stairs; stepping stones are cracks in the sidewalks,
Family is default:
Especially regarding the ambiance,
N****s are friends on the inner city plantation,
B*****s are our sister's,
Yet my fist is not formed like a gavel,
However,
Its odd whenever I see tears in the gravel.

Music pollutes my conscious,
A mental climate change, my country infiltrated by terrorists,
Though I welcome this,
Struggling is defined by how you deal with hardship,
Resilient but frivolous, vain is the bane to existence,
Righteous; still flawed like cracks on a diamond,
Pretty difficult to harm me,
Know not how to harm me?
The Achilles heel is protected by the same force Malcom spoke with,
So my words are bullets to the assassins who attempt to disarm me,
The guise is JFK, cruising through the Englewood area,
Not surprised if I meet the samr fate,
Not surprised is the cost of living reaches new rate,
But be brave it is America,
Where corruption is everyone no matter where you from,
Guilty to the masses but before you try to make my case public,
Publish this poem so at least a profit would come out of something,

I dwell on the insanity, that consumes my identity,
So basically am I not known,
Life set to detonate if truly once blown,
Reputation is the Trogan horse sent to destroy Troy,
Assuring that I am Roman,
Pretending to be American,
Washington gave me clearance,
Abraham gave me freedom,
What of Native Americans?
What of political defamation, conquistadors left holes only filled with plagues,
Infectious desires left many tied to the tree where serpents meet,
Plotting on Adam and Eve,
Still,
I wonder if Adam committed the act,
Given if it's truth,
Would woman have more value?