GIVE ME YA LOVE/ HARLEM REINISSANCE

THE STREETS CARRIED A WATCH FULL OF WOMAN AND MEN ON HARLEM'S MAIN..FRAME..MY CHURCH CALLIN ME AMEN...MY SYMBOL OF LIBERTY ..MY FIST..MY COMMANDS..MY SPEECH...BY WAY OF ALL SOLDIERS IN BATTLE..ALL THE WARS FOUGHT...WHEN I ERUPTED..WHEN I GET TUFF..WHEN I SEE U BEAT DOWN MY DAUGHTERS..WHEN U BEAT DOWN MY WOMEN...WHEN ALI SAID..SALAM MALAKIM..WHERE SHABAZZ WAS MY CIRCLE..ON 125ST AND LENOX...WHEN NIGERIANS SOLD CREATIONS..BEADS..LUCKY BONES AND BANGLES..THE GHETTO OF HARLEM..THE TONE OF CULTURE..THE SMILES OF BROTHAS..DA APOLLO THEATRE 2 SYLVIAS SOUL FOOD..WHERE I USED TO WORK AS A COOK..MY PRAYERS AT NOON..MY CYPHER..ELIJAH MOHAMMAD...UNTIL HE DIED...CLOSED AN ICON..ENDS MASONIC LITERATURE..CHOOSE A LIFE AS A MUSLIM'S WIFE... STATED MY KORAN..WITH SILENCE AS MY MENTOR..I WORE A LONG DRESS..A TURBAN ON MY HEAD..I LIVED A SELAH LIFE...WITH NO CLOSE ASSOCIATED BUT ..MY FAMILY..THAT WAS SELAH..NO DRINKIN ..SMOKIN...THE TEMPLE WAS MY HOME..MY SOUL...BAC IN 96..HARLEM MY RIDE TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY..AT THE HARLEM LIBRARY ON 135TH IN LENOX...WERE MY SISTAS AND BROTHAS AWARDED ME...FOR EXCELLENCE IN CREATING CHILDREN'S CRAFTS..WHERE I BECAME AN LICENSED CHILDCARE WORKER..FOR HEADSTART IN NYC...IN ALL I'VE HAD THREE OCCUPATIONS UNDER MY BELT..A SALON OWNER...A CHILDCARE WORKER.AND LAST BUT NOT LEASE..A COOK ..WHICH NOW MAKES 20 YEARS..IN ALL MY ENDEAVOURS OF LIFE..HARLEM TRAVELS WAS MY BEST EVER...I MET REAL CULTURE..ABSORBS KNOWLEDGE OF AFRICAN LIFESTYLES..LEARNED GOOD EATIN..THEY TAUGHT ME ABOUT BUFFALO MEAT..A FAVORITE OF AFRICANS...AND HOW 2 MAKE MONEY BEADS.."BONES"..AND WRAPS FOR MY HEAD..WHICH I LOVE..ALL THROUGH MY EXPERIENCES..I'VE BECOMES WHAT'S EXPECTED OF ME...A SISTAH WITH A NEW FOUND ADVENTURE...LEARNING HOW 2 ACKNOWLEDGE HARLEM BLUES AND MY COUSIN'S AWARD WINNING DINNER..AT THE COTTON CLUB..NOW THAT WAS RAGETYME..COOL..HARLEM..MY NYC...A PART OF CULTURE..WELL GROUNDED IN MY LIFE...CREATE

DIPLOMACY

HERE STANDS A DOCUMENT...IT REACHES THE CLOUDS SO HIGH ..I CAN GRAB A HOLD OF IT... WHEN MY TINY LITTLE FINGAZ START TO DEVELOPE..THROUGH WEBS UNFOLDIN..I STRETCH THEM WIDE AND OPEN MY EYES 2 NUCLEUS..I GENERATE THE WISDOM...FORM ARTICULAR MOTIVES..I BUILD MOUNTAINS WITH MORE HILLS AND VALLEYS..WHERE..THEY COME ALIVE..SCOPING..LIKE A MICROSCOPE...IN CLOSE RAGE..MY IDOL WILL BECOME THE BEAUTY..THE STREAMS THAT RUNS THROW LIFE..LET AGED PRODIGY..I GROW WITH LOVE FOR MY COUNTRY..THE ROCK RESTORES WHAT TRANSFORMS ITSELF...BUILDS BRIDGES..I CROSS... I BECOME SHAPED AS DA KNIFE WHICH CARVES IT'S MEAT..WHAT DESIGNS A BEAUTIFUL IMAGE OF MAN...HIS BIRTH...HIS CULTURE..HIS BODYTYPE...I'LL BE STRONG...MIGHTY...FIT FOR SKYSCRAPERS AND MONUMENTS OF TOMBS IN EGYPT..THE SPHINX..THE SAND WHICH SCATTERS.. THE WIND THAT BLOWS I'LL CONTROL..WHILE LIVING..SPREADIN AMONGT THE CONCRETE LEVERAGE OF TIME...THE INNER SELFOF GROWIN..THE FOURTH GENERATION...WHERE YOUR WORLD LEFT U..A MINUTE 2 LIVE OR DIE B 4 A NEW IDEA BECOMES A SECOND..COMING TO SHATTER..WHAT EXPLOSE...CLOSE THE BOOK OF LONG DAYS AND NIGHTS..GIVEN BAC..WITHOUT A THANKYOU.."DA BLACKMAN"..WHILE YOUR WALLS PLEADS FOR MERCY..WHAT LOOKED AWAY WITH NO NAME OR CURRENCY..NO IDENTITY...NO DIPLOMACY...THANKS FOR NOTHING..DECLARATION.. OF MY IN-DEPENDENCE..WHILE WEBS OF FINGAZ..MADE 2 ORDER..LIVED DEATH WHILE MAMA WATCH...WHAT'S BLACK..BEAUTIFUL..BORN..GONE..WITHOUT SUBSTANCE OF LIFE WRITTEN.. I'M SIGNED WITH "INVISIBLE INK".."WHAT'S MY NAME"?...ASKED.."THEY PAUSED".. I THOUGHT SO...CREATE...