[Erupt da Monsta]

Jims Crow*



I was a free spirit in my first life,
Unrehearsed flight across adverse skies now pale as the sclera’s on the eyes of white guys.
From the start they fed me crackers,crackers and more crackers,
If I see one more cracker,
I might conform into a cracker.
Lo’ behold the irony, the comedy,
Hello, my name was Polly.

My voice has no substance unless you pair-it with imagination,
Imagine a race for placement,
Imagine the blackest face with a cancer patient’s scalps foundation.
Lend me your voice so I can breath, I have nothing to share,
But im in want of nothing,
Nothing but air.



Closterfobic.



My detainment was premeditated,
As Jim walked his hair levitated.
In harmony with the wind,
Almost magic, almost classick,almost a non-conformist sin.
Almost free, almost jolly, without opposers or chains,
Almost me, almost polly, without a shoulder in the way.

Almost.

Confession,
Its always nice to have a shoulder to lean on, but Jims is my exception.
Disregard my dark complexion, Its my only flaw,
Just a crow, Jim’s crow, abiding by Jim’s law.

As we approached the diner, laughter followed behind chatter,
No matter the matter,this diner only served crackers.
No worm, no panther, no bird, just crackers.

*I’ll just wait outside for Jim to finish.

I beg of you not to ask why,
Aww FUCK IT!, the thought of indulging with another cracker makes my mouth dry!
Can’t think of an option to right this desert,
would drink from the fountain
but the water's sterile as my lifeless feathers.
I waited, and waited, one hundred feet from his placement,I waited.

Jim likes his coffee with half-&half.

My jurisdictions submissive to politicians inventive decisions,
relentless incisions non comprehensive yet convincing judicial vision pure as fiction but served as friction.
but where's the spark?
electrifying,
the spark, resides in Rosa Parks.

Martin Luther king has a dream,
a dream of freedom, a dream of skies,
but you have to crawl before you walk,
and flap before you fly.

Dream.

"I have a dream!" he shouted,
preach Martin!
My wings begin to flap,
I must join the attack.

Birds of a feather flock together.

For freedom we flocked, for abolishment we flocked.

"Free at last!"
Preach Martin!
My wings began to embark on its mission,
I can see Jim's head in the distance.
I begin to take flight across the nation,
Until,
"bang!bang!"
Jim shot me down,

Assassination.




*For those of you who arnt familiar with them, Jim Crow Laws were laws that seperated blacks and whites. Blacks couldnt use the same water fountains, schools, or even eat with whites.

[Erupt da Monsta]

Jims Crow*



I was a free spirit in my first life,
Unrehearsed flight across adverse skies now pale as the sclera’s on the eyes of white guys.
From the start they fed me crackers,crackers and more crackers,
If I see one more cracker,
I might conform into a cracker.
Lo’ behold the irony, the comedy,
Hello, my name was Polly.

My voice has no substance unless you pair-it with imagination,
Imagine a race for placement,
Imagine the blackest face with a cancer patient’s scalps foundation.
Lend me your voice so I can breath, I have nothing to share,
But im in want of nothing,
Nothing but air.



Closterfobic.



My detainment was premeditated,
As Jim walked his hair levitated.
In harmony with the wind,
Almost magic, almost classick,almost a non-conformist sin.
Almost free, almost jolly, without opposers or chains,
Almost me, almost polly, without a shoulder in the way.

Almost.

Confession,
Its always nice to have a shoulder to lean on, but Jims is my exception.
Disregard my dark complexion, Its my only flaw,
Just a crow, Jim’s crow, abiding by Jim’s law.

As we approached the diner, laughter followed behind chatter,
No matter the matter,this diner only served crackers.
No worm, no panther, no bird, just crackers.

*I’ll just wait outside for Jim to finish.

I beg of you not to ask why,
Aww FUCK IT!, the thought of indulging with another cracker makes my mouth dry!
Can’t think of an option to right this desert,
would drink from the fountain
but the water's sterile as my lifeless feathers.
I waited, and waited, one hundred feet from his placement,I waited.

Jim likes his coffee with half-&half.

My jurisdictions submissive to politicians inventive decisions,
relentless incisions non comprehensive yet convincing judicial vision pure as fiction but served as friction.
but where's the spark?
electrifying,
the spark, resides in Rosa Parks.

Martin Luther king has a dream,
a dream of freedom, a dream of skies,
but you have to crawl before you walk,
and flap before you fly.

Dream.

"I have a dream!" he shouted,
preach Martin!
My wings begin to flap,
I must join the attack.

Birds of a feather flock together.

For freedom we flocked, for abolishment we flocked.

"Free at last!"
Preach Martin!
My wings began to embark on its mission,
I can see Jim's head in the distance.
I begin to take flight across the nation,
Until,
"bang!bang!"
Jim shot me down,

Assassination.




*For those of you who arnt familiar with them, Jim Crow Laws were laws that seperated blacks and whites. Blacks couldnt use the same water fountains, schools, or even eat with whites.