Black Man's Greed

We die and our deaths,
While so tragic and weakening of the mind and soul
Of those we’ve left behind
Go analyzed as truths are sought.
Another black man, gone, buried beneath the soil,
Either now in heaven or hell,
A passage through the gate of one or the other
Depending on how one’s life was lived.
But we are dead, nonetheless,
No more battles to fight, triumphs to seek.
And from what incomprehensible cause, perhaps carelessness
Led to the expiration of another black man’s life.
Cancer, AIDS, alcoholism, diabetes?
But, while each is deadly, they are not the sole cause,
Even if diagnosis often says so.
Mirror, please. Shadows are about to come to light
As truths are unveiled
For it is greed, greed that never ends,
That has unconsciously damaged over time,
Ultimately killed the black mind, the black man,
Left the black race vulnerable, unknowingly susceptible
To more bad decisions, fatal crashes in our every day walk,
Our concepts, perceptions just misconstrued.
And why? For eventual darkness and burial?
Death that could have been prevented
Were it not for greed,
The greed to destroy our minds with drugs
The greed that arouses, creates relentless sexual drive
The greed to steal, fight, even senselessly kill
The greed to always want, want, want,
Maybe even gamble with money you don’t even have.
Damn, what about just giving?
Focusing on the non-material?
What about destroying that pipe, trashing those blunts,
Drinking water over vodka more often than not?
What about walking away from every woman who opens her legs,
’Cause what happens when one is stinky, doped up, basically a skeleton
walking about in the night?
What about being more considerate for other people’s property,
’Cause stealing another man’s car, his cash, heck, even his woman
Can’t cause nothing but pain, maybe even a bullet to the head.
What about keeping your dukes down and walking away from
confrontations?
Even the great Romans and heavyweight boxers have experienced the
bite of defeat, so a normal man is sure to fall,
Maybe to never rise and see sunlight again
As with the case with so many thugs, who kill and then are eventually
killed
Never ever having developed the understanding that black on black
crime only hurts black,
Demeans, punishes, shrinks.
Boom, boom, we need no more of, for the pistol has been long misused.
Just calculate the deaths, read over the obituaries.
There within lies far too traumatic tales,
Deaths that were over far too much greed
And as a result, greed that has been like a lethal virus
For the black man, black race has suffered
And will continue so unless we change, lifestyles, missions,
Love, share, and prosper more,
Be as black that only grows and not evaporates.