Poems
INFILTRATION
It’s infiltration season, colonizers caught for treason,
Cause I’m behind enemy lines assassinating for no reason,
Came out the womb squeezing with a vest on my chest
And ever since I first watched Amistad I’ve been possessed
Now I’m a colonizer hit man performing mental executions,
The type to hold Santa Claus hostage for the revolution
I’d snuff the tooth fairy and break the easter bunnies back,
Cause I grew up dirt poor and they never gave me jack.
Plus they just lies upon lies, that help to disguise wise ties,
To these colonizer guys, that to no surprise, come in every shape and size
With intentions faker than KFC breast and thighs
So now, I’ve gotta infiltrate, guerilla warfare’s a mind state
And my troops hold weight because my crews full of apes,
First mission is to educate, knowledge is the key to the gate
And without it, you have undoubtedly decided your fate,
Trust, my actions are credible, brain food, words are like vegetables,
And united as a people, freedom is inevitable
Blue pill mentality, living matrix style is my reality,
But not a causality, on the school of hard knocks faculty
Preparation for the masons keeps my mind pacing
Day of Judgment waiting, steady contemplating,
Heaven or hell, Oh well, on earth I excel
But soon to be food for the maggots and snails
So in the mean time, I scheme rhymes
Infiltration on the beehive, for honey and money
Cause depression and oppression equal bummy
Plus newscasts leaving you know who last,
My crew blast positive messages to confuse that
Revolutionary mascara, scenario of the era
Cause indie news media stay tight like a gap sweater
Resist in the midst, than assist to exist
Conquer and divide the kiss from the fist,
Then go on a shopping spree for developed acres of city property,
Ban MC’S from BET, can’t wait till the day I’m free,
To give back to blacks and the rest of my familia,
Game recognize game and you seem unfamiliar,
True story, I ain’t in it for the love or the glory,
But I must admit I’m legit, so respect is mandatory,
Cause on the real, I don’t need ya props,
Just justice and a lot, to spread like crops and crush crooked cops
Infiltration in the legislation, then termination upon conversation,
For operation hesitation like Haitians with immigration,
Motivating the population to exceed expectations,
Affiliation with my nation till the days of celebration
If not, proceed with plan B than C through Z
Cause I’m down for whatever’s clever, infiltrating like a disease
So now,
Would you call me a freedom fighter
Cause I pledge presence on a plateau?
Or a terrorist for daring to defy the status quo?
Truth be told, reality is shaped by what you know,
And not every answer is a yes or a no,
Think about it.
- Boonaa Mohammed