black market poetry book
Welcome to the Black Market!
We have a wide variety of supplies provided by sly proprietors
Human kind's been
Buying this
Before peg-legs rode pirate ships,
We don't need licenses, our license is
The prices that
You pay to validate
Us as an official establishment so you could say dollar signs is
Our plaque to mark it
The Black Market, yes
Don't think we're overrated
just cuz we're not incorporated
We put out movies not R, but horror rated
Demented dentists orchestratin' oral operations,
Forced premature ovulations,
Fame & fortune promised, waitin'
Just audition next
for the genre Black Market S, Black Market E, Black Market X! X! X!
& play the part of clumsy grown men who get caught in
A girls black stocking net!
Wall Street?
No I'm sorry, no options to stock invest
But i guarantee we're behind the walls of the streets in your seven continents
Isn't it evident & obvious?
We've even been feeding ya
Through the media,
Get some...sin & lies in all forms.
Don't act surprised,
Or were you never told sin can be disguised,
It's everywhere! Sin lies in all forms...
So come buy it in our stores,
"Stores?" yes! (scoffs) stores..
It doesn't need to have shelves, doors & floors,
Excuse me if my metaphors morph your cerebral cortex!
So give us a call, email or text,
We're ready to serve the dark needs of all, & we'll serve yours best!
Shopping in the black market may result in death, disaster, hunger, slaughter, genocide, suicide, addiction, depression, over-packed prisons, STDs, orphans, widows, destroyed lives & eternal torment in the fires of hell.
Do not support the black market of this world if you intend to protect your soul from the suffering of eternal hell.
The Black Market, we're here to serve you!...
Oh but do you doubt?! You debate this?! Think I'm just a salesman, saying things?
(Laughs) I chuckle, I giggle & laugh,
That's a funny statement like saying slavery's a thing of the past
Wait, did I say that?...I meant um...c'mon think of something, think of it fast...
Nah forget that I meant it! I'm mad tired of this satire!
I'm 'bout to click-clack & fire!...wait, why y'all looked shocked?...
Oh no, don't worry, cuz this...is a warning shot
If you are hearing this
{This is a warning shot
Let the 45 blast}
You are about to be sold
Unless you have already been sold
Then you won’t be hearing this
These words will fall upon deaf ears
If death hasn’t visited you yet
I pray you are still alive
To be revived by the ones
Hearing this message
This is a warning shot
You are about to be sold
Over and over again
Like a dented
Recycled aluminum can
With no 5 cent deposit
Being deposited into your pockets
You are priceless
With an invisible price tag placed upon you
You have already been devalued
By a society that deems you worthless
When their ignorance
Doesn’t acknowledge your existence
I gotta holla cause
No one paid attention to the Holocaust
Until they saw about 70% of Holland lost
Well, a modern day holocaust goes unknown as we speak
In a little place called the DRC
Google it. YouTube.
See what you could do
Or just ignore it, and read about it in invisible history books with blank pages
I guess it doesn’t matter this time around since it’s just a bunch of {black faces}
Or call it being naïve
When people don’t believe
That there are people being sold
Like a hot commodity
{In the Black Market}
You are the hot commodity
{In the Black Market}
It’s not just blacks being sold
{In the Black Market}
It’s Caucasians, Latinos, Asian, Africans, Europeans, Caribbean, and the Indigenous
Men, Women and Children being sold
{In the Black Market}
If you are hearing this
This is a warning shot
{Let the 45 blast}
You are about to be sold
Unless you've already been sold
Then you would have become
A tortured soul
Praying to GOD to rescue you
Or let you die
Because you know your faith will take you to a better place
Laboring away to do the work
That you will never reap the fruits of
Until you’ve become strange fruit
Hanging out to dry like clothes
Being sold from the sweat shop
Victoria
Your secret is out
You can never wash out
The perspiration
Of a crying tear stain drop
As the human spirit rots
Until their body drops
Like a plummeting stock
On the stock market
But this is the black market
Where there's no need to stock shelves
With stock piles of WMDs
While merchants stock their pockets
With illegal profits
I guess money does grow on trees
When humans are used for manual labor instead of livestock
{To harvest your crops}
Your coffee beans
Your sugar cane
Your wheat
Your tomatoes
Your tobacco
Your cocoa beans
Cocoa melanin skin people
Are not the main victims
Working these modern day plantations
To sell legal groceries
If you are hearing this
{This is a warning shot
Let the 45 blast}
As this 45 makes it last revolution
On the turn tables
I’m trying to turn these tables over
{Spinning at 45 rpm’s
How many revolutions can we perform in one minute?}
If I can defrost
Your frozen mind
That modern day slaves
Exist outside of this rhyme
{Then my job is done}
'Cause it's like a broken record
but {my hope is that this}
45 will no longer be spun
{Shots fired… BONG!}