Colorful Supremacy
Location
In the future I glimpse my past,
Holding each breathe attempting to make it last,
Closing my eyes trying not to shed a tear,
While ripping out hearts of all victims near.
Power is a mindset that will never leave,
We travel the world and conquer with ease,
Letting our minds grab their ways,
Causing them to live hellish, endless days.
Within our thoughts and precise executions,
No evacuations, this is our constitution.
Our ways will supersede your ways,
Our thoughts are above your thoughts,
Our brown bare bodies will never been seen by your race,
Our skin will never be lashed to the point red tears gush out.
See no Negro,
Hear no Negro,
Be no Negro,
Your motto is such a disgrace.
Especially now,
Since Negros run your now obsolete town,
We open our eyes to finally see,
The future living before us.
No more hiding, running or sleeping,
We rule all the white ones who are now weeping,
Slavery for slavery,
Our intelligence has expanded to a different scenery.
Our past holds up our future powers,
Flash-forward over,
“Soup or cup of water masta”.