Fully Loaded.
70% cocoa , 30% ambition . Today I've got a guest chef in my soul, stewing up all sorts of thoughts in the kitchen . This one is for the kids, who were told they didn't listen, being taught in foreign languages, bribed with mirrors which reflected miracles, because oh how that melanin has a diamond glisten. How could we not marvel at our own reflection, it must've been the first time we attested to your God's perfection. Yet you turned us against each other, using greedy lines to divide and conquer, till we couldn't recognize our home, so we couldn't identify our brothers. You put laws in place, to make sure, that what's "yours" will always be yours. Reclaiming what was claimed, same house, all you did was replace the door. Every day i break through your prejudice, as my skin precedes my name. For generations that were, & for those to come, whispering to each other, " it doesn'...