Destradamus - Whats in a Word

[Saint]

What’s In A Word?” illesty.com or rapsearch

"Does a person give meaning to a word,
or does a word give meaning to a person?"


Listen...
They invented me, pre-16th century,
This epithet identity, fundamentally,
Concocted to make us resent to be,
This ethnic seed, yet we’re sensibly,
All separated by a mere 10 degrees,
So hence you see…double jeopardy,
Of a stigma that affects us mentally,
Hold up, as I’m backwards tracking,
Back to the root word black in Latin,
Just imagine…the shackle strapping,
Scabs from the brass ankle fastens,
Clasping, whips are crack-a-lacking,
Africa mapping, harassing captains,
They nabbed ‘em, in ample fashion,
The consequence of lasting actions:
This word, 400 years in the making,
Written with the tears of the nation,
Taken…while pioneers be enslaving,
Personified faces of weary abrasion,
It’s more than vowels & consonants,
Deep in the bowel of consciousness,
Laying dormant, from alpha to beta,
Plucking slaves from outta’ Jamaica,
While the Dominican’s…diminishing,
It’s a Caucasian world they living in,
Caught by a word that belittles ’em,
Imprisoned as second class citizens,
Shit is grim…in a skin; masquerade,
All sense of innocence passed away,
Way, Way!!! Before Jam Master Jay,
When even Presidents…had a slave,
Evident macabre, elbows ashy grey,
Cotton picking more than half a day,
Really, what more do I have to say?
Some say, it empowers black youth,
Others…get devoured by half truths,
I say they deflowered our past roots,
A black group, works under the sun,
Men of many whom struggle as one,
Brothers & sons, gaining no respect,
Spirits dampened, by broken sweat,
Trampled, in the threshold of death,
Know your text, yes, & don’t forget,
In baptisms of fire to hold ya breath,
Bestowed in debt, alone we stepped,
To them, we merely posed a threat,
& yet…its whole meaning is tainted,
With the most demeaning of hatred,
Historically, the reasons are ancient,
Complacent, & intense with blisters,
The word of various mental pictures,
Paid in blood with a thousand deaths,
Stumbling is not falling - Malcolm X,
I’m clouded, vexed, mixed emotions,
& on my breath, this shit’s revolting,
Coping, but ashamed of my feelings
Free yet still chained to it’s meaning…

A word of hypocritical use,
I need not riddle the truth,
Cause they’ll always see…
The NIGGER in you.

-.Des.