BLACK HISTORY MONTH: WADE IN THE WATER CHILDREN

I have not been around for long
but i have heard about the struggles
that my people went through

Captured and then sold
bought and then resold
souls forever soiled

Chained against each other
in chains and shackles
packed like sardines they sailed the seas

Upon arrival in the 2nd and 3rd worlds
pissed on and spat on and left cold
many killed for trying to be bold
Queens and Kings forced to bleed
hard labor on the slave yards
used, abused, used again then re-abused

spiritually brainwashed and tainted
forced to let go off their forefathers beliefs
with a whip from a lynch the Bible became salvation

Seeking to understand the New World Order
prophetic voices in the wilderness where head screaming
"Wade In the Water Children!!!"

With the Bible sold came more abuse
no eyes for an eye...that makes the world blind
do not mind if hurt on one cheek, offer the other one too

Bloody tears became rivers across all the plateaus
royal ancestry bleed billion times two-fold
that story still needs to be heard and retold

In your blackness there is niceness
Motherland loves you Children
Nile flows in you all

Wade...Wade...Wade in the Water Children

© 2012 Justice Chikandamina

Bless up mi frend - Centre Party

Mi frend

born and bred in Zim

 genes of Simba lion king

flows in his body and soul

his heart is in the right place

he speaks and sings of Zion

exodus of his people from Babylon

freedom, emancipation

no more chains and shackles

down to earth, not gonna sell out

for diamond, silver or gold

manners make a man

a man is a man

when he fights

for his right

© 2011 Justice Chikandamina

BLACK-A-R-MOOR

BLACK-A-R-MOOR

sound dem gong some MORE

yeah i mean you MOOR

you know i am kinda fly and MORE

dressed in them clothes, BLACKARMOOR

i rule this nation and MORE

ya seh it, i am Don King, that boxing MOOR

royal genes in my blood, flow and MORE

black i am and more, after all i am a MOOR

thats why i wear my label BLACKARMOOR

designed by my bro GRAY BLACK-A-R-MOOR

© 2011 Just Ice - A- MooR

Black rain

"

Black rain

i have seen the clouds forming

the tables are turning

pendulums in swing

from Cape to Cairo

thunder in the making

let it rain, here comes the rain

there is a sweet pain within the rain

the soil is to dry, hear the baby cry

no pain no gain let me sow seeds

i have seen black rainSahara and Kahari bare dancing

Black reign birthed in the rain

after marks from the lynching

dead but not lost souls sing

swimming is them

when they heardthe voice in the grove

wade in the water childrenwithin you cascades the spirits

dare not to be touched

when the time is not near

for if disturbed nothing will remain the same

i have seen Black rain

the reigning thunder in the rain

Black rain, let it rain.

© 2012 Justice Chikandamina

If Only They Knew

If only they knew
never to dis
that 
which
they do not know
may be society
would be weaned
of milk
and
remove
soiled pampers
that look great
from the outside
but contaminating the insides
leading
one to wear a facade
smiles
in a group
needing to fit in
and be cool with the peers
losing
the uniqueness
of the individual
as one
becomes a follower
to a monotonous
beat
serving
a few
controlling
the rules of
association
and engagement
making them
appear
to be
larger than life
role models
when all in all
mercy be upon
these
lost caricatures
wanting
to be demigods
so they build
diverse pyramids
of diversions
to have
the sheep
moving
in
a single file
on the mayhem
the road
that is
grass is greener with us!

WHEN I BREAK OUT OF JAIL

When i break out of jail
its all gonna be nothing
but 16bars
heart dropping verses
pinnacles of rhythm and flow
within 16 solid bars
more like cells 
too versatile and dynamic
in nurture
that may cause
elusive eruptions
more lava flowing
in crevices
drawing
capturing
all fantasies
streaming
from the core within
powered by mental chambers
within the abyss of my membrane
that may be deemed orgasmic
in nature as i throw the rope
hanging at the edge of a cliff
a hologram
captured
in 3D
of a somnambulist
sleep walking
on an island of verses in hoses
conundrums
of flows
raising
16barz
that breaks shackles and all known cycles

Humanity is One

Humanity is One
Let Us Become One
From One, we become many but still One
many in One, held in unison by One
One umbrella, One fabric
summed in One word
HUMANITY
which makes all of us fingers on One hand
each finger with its own imprint
for a hand to be a hand the fingers must work together
in UNITY
each one has the right to exist in the SUM
that which makes us Similar
that which brings us TOGETHER
instead of fighting over our differences
it does make sense to celebrate our DIVERSITIES
heed to my call Let's Stand Together and Rebuild
all that we have lost since life began
let go all these bundles:
Discrimination, Exploitation and Segregation
Racism, Terrorism and all roots of War
and other evils that exist under the sun
which continue to taint the View...
HUMANITY is One
Let's Become One !!!




© 2011 Justice Chikandamina

Swimming with the sharks

Swimming with the sharks
got me discovering
the coral reefs and other worlds
beneath all the bedding
buried deep under
that may forever remain untouched
in this day and age
in which looking up
for constellations, more worlds
celebration of stars being born
more supernova's
one hopes no meteoric rain
the cosmic realms
so powerful
drawing power from all and one
all up to good and none
all said, still more not said
the sharks on a chase
mega fins splashing
i will be kicking the water like crazy
it aint my time yet
so i scuba rise
out of the waters
enriched by the fear
and all that i have gained
in swimming with the sharks!


 © 2011 Justice Chikandamina

‎"CALL ME ISHMAEL!"

‎"CALL ME ISHMAEL!"

I was there before time

time is of me, i am of time

without me there is no time

giving breathe to the word

that was done on time

so i may walk upon the earth

and all that it is in flesh

for if i was to be something else

who would stand and get to know

me or even hear me speak

my verses determine the phases

marked in time and all in between

so nothing remains untouched

as the spirit moves within all

and it is all that is in the all

for in the beginning it was all

that was nothing

that birthed something

but out of the clouds

thunder and rain

a voice roared

making all who heard

quiver and shiver

it said not much but

"CALL ME ISHMAEL!"