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Everyone that knows me, knows I'm not the most Religious dude in the world, but i am VERY SPIRITUAL... The change in Background represents our first, and last hope... Only JESUS can save us now people... This is about the Black Mans Plight in AmeriKKKa... They are gunning us down in the streets, 50 shots to Sean Bell, 41 shots to Diallo, 19 year old Timothy Stansbury Jr... Just to name a few, Rest In Peace to them all... WHO'S NEXT ? We get so wrapped up in the bitter bullshit around us on a day to day basis, busy blaming the HIP HOP Community and steady attacking each other for the use of the word NIGGUH, NIGGA, or NIGGER... Rather than UNITE against Police Brutality, rather MURDER... And BUSH don't care, Bloomberg don't care, Ray Kelly (NY Police Commissioner) don't care, so who the phukk does... Do YOU ? The song playing is just me venting my thoughts creatively, but we need more in order to survive Black People, we need Help, we need to Pray, we need to ask the Most High now more than ever for all the help we can get... Its 2008, and its getting WORSE... This ain't King getting sniped off a balcony, this is YOUNG BLACK MEN getting Murdered by those who are paid to "PROTECT and SERVE US"... And we see their faces, know who they are, and the JUSTICE SYSTEM LETS THEM WALK... I pray Obama wins, but one man can't do it alone... UNITE or DIE... Lord please Deliver Us...
POETIC GENESIS by the illpoet
i'm a cool ass brother from Queens with dreams of selling poet-treez, giving crooks books to read instead of fiending for more money schemes... i got plans of ghettin' my people out da ghetto but keeping that black love strong, keeping our fingers and hearts crossed in anticipation that we will all make it, a legit way of bringing home the bacon... sitting back with a brew, spittn' verbs and twistin' words on paper, thug capers with street flavor... i believe that knowledge is a rear exquiste gem, & the entire universe is the oyster, control your own destiny... cuban linx and a shorty with a fatty 4 Life, wife women and stop sinnin', refrain from perverse profanity and read scriptures that maintain self sanity, the struggle ain't nothing without a cause ya HEARD... divide words and meanings, separate the humans from the demons you seeing, seek love and knowledge of self by walking the fine paths of righteousness, and in turn wyzdym will overturn the prejudices of the system, physical prison is equivalent to mental quarantine and the drama means between the two, i'm telling you my people needed more than freedom externally but successfully internally, and eternally we strive to fight the fight for unity, in the workplace, the streets, boulevards & avenues and if as a people we choose, we can out do the Jews revenue, cuz since i was a snot nose i rose and rose quick to the tip top, and hip hop won’t stop so fuck the media and what society sells, if we yell, our voices can be heard, rather if we HoLLa, and our dollars are just as green as theres, our skin may be darker so the path to success is harder, the path is more worth it when we earn it, burn bridges and you’ll stay on one side of life forever, stack cheese but don’t chase cheddar and remember, no matter how much thug’s cuss, juggs lust, slugs buss and lovers fuss keep GOD in ya Heart, in Black we trust cuz when shit hit the fan, man all we got is us.BLACK PEOPLE, THE WAR CONTINUES…………

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Alive : George W.Bush... so i could ask his bitch a$$ whats really good with his actions or lack thereof in the Black Community.
Dead : Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X... so i could further learn how to unite our people and stop the bullshit that plagues us today.


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Visitations with Kita by the illpoet

(Inspired by Kita's Swapping Sob Stories)   Visitations With Kita   he had to feel it... incredible intensity of caramel surrounding his manhood the sweet succulent scent of anticipation ble...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Aug 2007 02:32:00 GMT

Finding My Way Home to You by the illpoet

its been awhile since i've touched u hasn't it& since i've ran hands over black ink gripped bic scribbling random rhythms of how i need the seeds in ur izim, the leaves of ur stem of a woman& shyt& di...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 10:28:00 GMT

DOES the LORD KNOW his ANGELS by the illpoet

Dedicated to Ms. Celena Kirkland constantly, my mind comtemplates and concentrates on questions like Does the Lord know the angels he places on Earth? and its those people i look up to when everythi...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 10:09:00 GMT

i am not because i want to be, i am because GOD made me by the illpoet

not someones man but a husband not a sperm donor but a father not a rapper but a musician not a fighter a warrior not a poet but a laureate not a lover but i love her for giving me life for giving m...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 10:06:00 GMT

The Imminent Sounds of Heritage by the illpoet

672 hours... rather 28 days to look back thru the window of history, a history sang by billie holiday while louis Armstrongs horn and Lena Hornes voice caressed boiling blood that could not drink from...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 10:02:00 GMT

WRITING & FIGHTING, TRYING but DYING by the illpoet

the revolution will not be televised because there will be no revolution and dreams foreseen, have turned into dudes with visions settling to slide pass the system, and our words are all we have ...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 09:13:00 GMT

The Media is Like an Abortion Clinic... by the illpoet

the media is like an abortion clinic... yeah yall hear it but yall dont fear it, i said the media is like a poets abortion clinic slowly killing my spirit pointing fingers in directions undirected bla...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 06:25:00 GMT

A Look In Gods Frame by the illpoet

i am... no i am a picture drawn from pens GOD used to write with sculpted out of a Heavy dark, dark bark of Mother AFRIKA... i bleed... i said i bleed for a nation of midnight complexion brothers st...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 06:23:00 GMT

Another Start by the illpoet

damn ma... the tune ur humming is like ouch! strumming my soul like the ouches unheard of, and men see what is thrown in their faces visions of heaven and releasing the tensions through sexual phase...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 06:21:00 GMT

u LEAVE ME NAKED / u LEAVE ME SPEECHLESS by the illpoet

the more u write the more i love u on so many different levels dictionaries and thesauruses couldnt define... a soul which glows as much as urs can ignite a light which burns deep within the root of m...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Aug 2007 06:20:00 GMT