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I Am The Black Man


I am the black man, Born into poverty, Forced into ghettos and sold like property, always beat down by a whip chain or a nightstick, and these pious officials make sure our voices are silenced, the struggles The shroud of racisFrom the cradle to the grave, They want us to live like slaves, And im constantly amazed that throughm remains, we were conceived in our ancestor’s pain as they were choked by their chains, And slain for the purpose of profit and economic gain, It shame how this game always puts my people in the blame, I remember when we nailed to crosses engulfed in kerosene and flames, And this system never change because this nation is watered by our blood as it rains, Culture was taken from us and my people are estranged, we don’t even know our origins because our history’s not explained. I am the black man, And Jim Crow is my enemy for infinity, He sends police to my home in the middle of night, And keeps my people unequal cuz he limits my rights, He controls the laws courts and police departments, And makes it hard to get a job so my kids is starving, Hes ancient he been around since the start of enslavement, And hes responsible for generations of hatred, He made ok to imprison my people in 1637, And In 1997 he gave us weapons to shoot each other with no sense of discretion, He is pure evil and his very name embodies deception, And with his authority he made us minorities and stuck in facilities for correction, We been his unwillful servants for more than 3 centuries, And when he finish wit us he send us straight to state pennitentiaries, Where we are treated like savages and thrown in his jails, For crack sales with no hope of parole or for bail, His alias is the man, the ku klux klan and the racist ideals he represents, And in his eyes race is the only factor considered relevant, So he gives us low budget education to prevent us from developing intelligence, Raping our minds while at the same time keeping us mentally sullivent, He is courthouse, the police station and government, And the reason for these demons causing us endless pain and suffering, I am the black man, And some people say racism is gone and ignorance is bliss, But make no mistake Jim Crow still exists, From the pepperspray in our eyes to the handcuffs on our wrists All the way to the 9mm slug in our backs cuz the corrupt police never miss, And please don’t forget when we were hit as they spit, And they used their whips and clubs to have us work to make this sick racist nation rich, They classify for peddling drugs as bloods and thugs and crips, And our strongest leaders are either shot or stopped by a handcuffs click, As the scapegoats we are slated, Our people incarcerated, While they watch us make a fool of ourselves on tv entertainment, They wage war with us with the war on drugs, But they forget when we were whipped just because, I find it ironic how original gangbangers was slave traders, And these tease us with equal rights and turn around and betray us, I am the Black man, Make no mistake Jim Crow is a malicious and unpredictable creature, Cuz he sends police in our houses for illegal searches and seizures, Then he sends us to rot in his corrupt justice system, They say our voices will be heard but no one seems to listen, Black men make up the population in prisons, And poverty and a life of crime is our only decision, We fight and stand tall and we pray for deliverance But society sees me as nothing more than a menace, Trapped in institutions, And Treated like pollution, As more black men are executed, Im searching for solutions, Cuz lethal injections are the new age noose, And we will not surrender till these mental chains are loose, My people could be lawyers teachers and doctors creating medical miracles, And its not a coincidence that our communities produce all the criminals, We must stand and oppose this corrupt penal system, And we will continue because freedom is the mission
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My name is Simeon Carson and I am 20 years old. I was born in Harbor City, California and received the majority of my upbringing in Compton, California. I graduated from Dominguez High School in June of 2011. My role models are Huey P. Newton, 2pac Shakur and Malcolm X. Since my adolescence, I have been fascinated with the English language and wordplay. Since words were and still are my forte' I've spent countless hours studying the dictionary and literature beyond school. At the age of 8, I was regarded as prodigy because of the advanced English skills I had developed. I had honed and refined my skills near perfection, but I was not satisfied; I decided to find a creative outlet to showcase my talents so I took up poetry as a hobby. Year after year I gradually improved until I had become a prominent poet in my neighborhood. Growing up in the Compton, which was known for various rappers such as N.W.A. and Ice Cube, I was exposed to the urban hip-hop culture and I also took up rapping as a hobby. When I reached the high school level I had decided I wanted to be a lawyer and eventually a politician. I always had a passion to lead so I became involved in organizations such as the Black Student Union and Associated Student Body in High School. After a year of dedicated service to both organizations, I was elected Senior Class Vice President and the Black Student Union President. The B.S.U. encouraged me to study history and analyze my surroundings. As a result I developed a radical critical consciousness. It became evident in my poetry that I was becoming more aware of my surroundings. I took notice of how modern hip hop pollutes the mind of the youth and I stopped rapping completely and focused on my poetry.After meeting the urban spoken word artist Food4Thot I decided wanted to combine hip hop and poetry so I became a spoken word artist as well. As of September 2012, I have served as the resident poet for 90.7 fm's Tuesday night political talk show, Beautiful Struggle. I have also made appearances on New Era Radio and as a teacher for the Occupy LA movement, I love poetry and hip hop equally, so I decided to use my talents to educate the misguided youth of my generation. The subject matter of my poetry now reflects serious political and world issues such as racism, child molestation, capital punishment and a majority of other controversial issues. There is nothing more satisfying to me than being able to do what I love and help people at the same time. I rhyme for the people.

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