American Carnage by Osayimwese

 

You sat down, didn’t vote,
’cause you didn’t like her,
A woman  you didn’t understand.

So you sat this one out,
never mind the new Hitler was next.
He’d been there before,
knew the road map.
Brought to you by  Project 2025—
a blueprint to undermine,
a vow to strip away protection.

Not just immigrants.
Not just laws.
Retribution.
On you all.

He said the cops will be his Gestapo,
snatchin’ people out the streets,
police draggin’ you out of cars,
anybody who don’t agree
Throw them behind bars.

It’s American Carnage.

Jan 6 rioters already knew,
Followers of this false prophet,
a leader built on lies,
a thief of taxpayers’ profits.

No more Social Security.
No more Medicare.
Who now cares?

No more SNAP.
No more vets’ checks.
Touchin’ all of us.

Here comes the downfall of America.
Here comes the downfall of America.

No more freedom—
’Cause freedom was never free.
And this president,
he’s gonna hand you the bill.
Fill his till
with silver, gold, and bitcoin
while you sit with no restitution,
no institution, just
destitution.

All because you sat on the couch,
pulled the wrong lever,
let them steal votes
Leaving us all with nothin’.

So now—
you in for somethin’.

America is dead.

The Culture

 

They do it for the  culture

Try to duck the vultures

Niggas act like they love you 

then insult you

Pain rein through my vein like acid rain

I believe in God and respect everything and he reigns

No confusion the answers are  intertwined within the solutions

You should be worried when you think in life that your crusin

Because thats when you miss the obvious and get blind sided

With projectile you can’t duck as you sprint yelling what the fuck

Confused how you lose you mind, you breathe or and your life

The culture

All because your vision was clouded or out of sight

The angels came for you but you rathered not  take flight

The devil said he will keep you

He said let him lie 

here even if he will die here

Young soldier without fear and remember that it all happen here

I hear their voices and the wind carries their choices

They were friends and blind love and blind loyalty 

Brought them to their end

Lets not pretend that lost souls are not being sold because the culture

Has a stronghold on young black men

Pulling triggers that delivers death blows landing them on death row

While watching their mothers sit in the front row of funerals 

As we watch their tears flow

The culture

Landing on governmental  plantations that entombs millions of old and young black 

Men in this nation.

Violent crimes reign on communities like atomic bombs

All in the name of Hip Hop and Tik Tok

 

Video scenes of young boys dressed like ninjas pointing poles

Just to show that they got it

and will let it take off like a rocket

genocidal babies leaving no if and buts or maybes 

That they’re born to exterminate their fate all due to self-hate.

All for the culture.

Angels that fly just to die

 I wish that I could have talked with you everyday of your life

From the time you were born till your last day on this planet

I wish that I could have changed your mind when you felt like destroying 

Not realizing that when you destroy you are vulnerable of being destroyed 

I wish that you would have taken the time to read my 

blueprint 

It had answers and antidotes for life most confusing questions

I wish that you would have listen that when people call on you to get into the mix just be still and not move just observe their movements 

While being aware of how dangerous the environment will soon become.

I wish you would have not chased the fireflies that led you to the flames that incinerated your dreams and existence 

Rest in Power

I will mis you both Ruben and Angel

Expensive Pain by Osayimwese Nadir Karume

 Seeing too many mothers crying through the rain, faced stained with tear tracks

Not believing the gifts God presented to them became such a strain

Gifts that were priceless turned into expensive pain

Young warriors fighting shadows running through the hood pulling poles

Trying to erase elusive souls dropping ammunition until bodies turn cold

Expensive pain

This contagion running through their veins like Covid changing the way they live

Lying in hospital beds and morgues young dude talking about running up the score

Until their benched and can’t enter the game no more

Expensive pain

Running through the city killing like its Disney Land, shooting bystanders to the point

That reasoning is so hard to understand

Young boys calling themselves grown men all because they carry a gun in their hand

Without the understanding the life eliminating power in their hand, soul controller

Breathe eliminator, their feeling bolder not understanding their already dead soldiers

Dying and surviving through

Expensive pain

Stop the Killing Save our Children and our mothers tears. 

7:31 AM

Morning dew have not dissipated in this cool air
Damn they are shooting out here at 7:31 am.
Isn’t this suppose to be Gods day?
I guess that God ain’t in them anyway?
While mommy and Granny kneels in the pews at the church of Ebernezer.
Their sons and grandson are out this morning busy squeezing.
I though today was Gods Day
I guess god is not in them anyway?
Sunday morning service should not make us nervous
And should not be the day that we plan a funeral service
Sundays are meant to be perfect, prayer focused, with no family hurting
But Damn they out here shooting at 7:31am
May their mental and heart be pierced with the spirit of the creator
So they can do away with their hatred, drop their guns and drop down in prayer.

Osayimwese Nadir Karume

Thanks for the inspiration

Chasing the Sun part 1

Sitting talking about relationships
Good ones bad ones
Shaky ones done ones
She stood out caramel
Short cropped hair and chocolate lips.
I escorted her home in the rain
We stopped stared, lips touched soaked.
It was the beginning of sunlight.

Thug Life Robbery Dreams

He see his shadow while he's walking
It's like it's stalking him
like the spirit of death hovering
over him like a drone

He got on the phone call is boy Roane
got the Ruger 22 ready to roam
Invasion of thoughts brought them into
a home thought the drug dealer was alone

They ran into the room and heard a boom
through the door
he thought he only wanted to scare him but
heard the body hit the floor

Left the house empty handed and left the scene
as the tires screamed.
Video camera caught him leaving the scene.

18 years old charged with third degree murder all due to
Thug Life Robbery Dreams.

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