****Sleeping Son of Jacob****

Africa
A God made out of clay
captive of his own i should say
Bondaged to being dumb
And still cave,
thinking he's free from being slave

He feels saved from holding mace
A receding race, like ice age
Tryna escape the cycle
But chained to be disciple
He remains under the shadows
Of same pencil that projects
His looks as apes and devil

He lurks in ignorance, to protect
His genitals.. With zero capacity
To accept responsibility,
So he basks in Apartheid
And Casually lies to himself
With so much pride.

He's identified with colors
Like taboos, l*st for favours
In hands of strangers
He Mortgages his future,
Morals and culture

He speaks in twisted tongues
Of different words, with different tones.
Wrapped in his Inferiority complex,
he's shy to compliment his complexion..
He enjoys the pleasure
Of being used as laboratory specimen

strapped to his ankles
And shackled to his land
Used as concentration camp
and piss himself, drinks
From his urine..
While sitting on his resource,
then blames the tools
Meanwhile he pulled the trigger
That killed a nigg*

Self destruct, using the power he got
From colonial masters
Who pulls his strings like puppets
He's their muppet
He loves incentives that
made him insensitive
Like gimme, needy, he's so greedy,
and now a Jimmy

You don't lit BOOKS
to put off CANDLE LIGHTS
Knowledge is profitable
to those who read and write.

Learn about history shelf,
before history repeats itself