I try to show love yet hate
It’s what’s given in return, snakes
Don’t stand for nothing they ain’t
Built the same, I try to relate
Then I remember, the accursed serpent who slithers has wicked ways in every page of scripture
When mentioned, pay attention to whispers and loud talkers
Are in no position to listen, I try to warn em
My darkest thoughts conform to my enlightened conscience
Align my chakra with the Higher Power I acknowledge
And pray they never find Assata
Wow, we’ll said. True poetry.