Kings and Queens
How dare you call yourself a King or Queen? When you are jesters of society A King would never sag his garments And a Queen would never name him peasant because of it Kings would never hang themselves with belts to up their pants Queens would never sell their bodies in jerks and twerks of dance You however possess a mind systematically destroyed Making you believe your mind is something to be ignored I know you think words are powerless This is why you use names as chains The N’s and H’s are the structural wood Which build the ships of slaves? You are not the Kings and Queens who direct the ships You are much lower in the belly sickened from waves that skips The mind you possess today work as hands rowing with oars Though these hands are strong with power, your eyes cannot see the shores It may be impossible to stop this ship from sinking Consciousness was taken away, leaving no rooms for critical thinking Methodically trained as animals while animals are taken for worshiped How will you rule a kingdom when society knows you’re not worth it? From within the hull your fists are raised middle finger extended Though the action is blundering and even a little twisted Without understanding the power of mind, there is no one home to defend it Still the next generation stands in line with minds already vanquished You call yourself Kings and Queens and pretend there’s hope for the next legion You are Kings and Queens unaware of traps that already lay for coming seasons So how can you save your cohorts with mental lashes on your backs? The ships maps are non-existing not one will slip through the cracks I’m pretty sure you don’t love yourself so how can you love another Every time a member tries to get out, “kings and queens” smash them to the gutter Minds poisoned with “If I can’t make it neither will you” Not unless on killing words of a rapper or laced up basketball shoes How dare you call yourself kings and queens? With your minds stuck frozen in a Petri dish Being manipulated to fail by every social media scientist Laying in your own drool and piss while you tweet like twits If I have your undivided attention and your mind realizes a spark If there is a knot in your throat and small crack in your heart Spring from mind’s conditioned chains to toss away the oars Take over the mighty vessel within directing it to thine own shores Throw away everything you think you know More importantly let go of self These ideas were set conditioned in you Deliberately making sure to slow your stealth Read every book on hand you lay On every word mind is cleared, helping you to find your way Positively fashioning a brain new ship of hunters not pray Sailing on coast of True Success where real Kings and Queens stay by: Michaelson Williams
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