Magna Carta - Melanin 9

Slugs burn cops swerve bust the mossberg

Big drug firms bust with bugs on they lock turns

Shots burn in a black hole

Adolescent tadpoles

Shattered homes metallic ropes

Seven carat evangelist quotes

Hang from mechanics for coke and blow hammers

Broken banisters snapped from addicts hanging from their own fabric

I hold the palette with coloured notes composed through a soulless ballad

Resonating on a ferocious planet

I pose for cameras with ex-felons using hands as weapons

Tattered emblems pictures

Their flesh is a street canvas for scriptures

Crucifixes cover bullet wounds where loose clips hit

He told me every war lies within a weightless tear

Pictures on his room of an ancient spear

Blowing haze thinking of escaping here

He made me think about the legacy left

In lost African soils from the adversaries of death

From the slums of ///////// kids with guns spray with accurate aim

Paralysed within the bowel of hate

Child trafficking victims used as blueprints for elusive systems

There’s truth in wisdom

Brothers refuse to speak

Still claiming they repute with peace

Pollute the streets bombs tear flesh pigment

Where corporates invest millions

With no-one to protest the killings

Souls alleviate from the vessels of feelings

Celestial beginnings arranged in cycles

Which just percolates on wisdom’s wave tidal

In the shadows of slave tribals

Skyscraper night views of estate lights flicker like constellation gate lines

where shapes bind

Beneath the bathed shaded sky

I watched a teenage die from a blade shaped with a wood grain vine

Son of a Sheikh who prayed eight times

Saw landscapes with sand caves where Allah’s carriage awaits

To take us from this vast Vatican state

A marked pattern in space

The last chapter of God’s rapture relates

Like a collage captured on my page

Ink patches of six raps from a brick stack flipped on a split axis

The strip’s a vicious magnet shots lick off lit lab sticks from gang hits six

hit Dan in his gland pit

His hands sit horizontal like Sanskrit

With rooms tailored from the fresh holes of hell’s vanquish