The Obama Deception

Bismillah (In the name of God)

“As the United States celebrates the nations ‘triumph over race’ with the electon of Barack Obama, the majority of young black men in major American cities are locked behind bars or labelled felongs for life” – Michelle Alexander, The New Jim Crow: Mass incarceration in the age of colorblindness

That pictures a fake!

That picture of Obama, sitting and smiling in the audacity of hope

Is nothing but a joke

It’s a fake
Making false references to the United states

Finally overcoming it’s fear of Race and Racism

When in reality all they’ve really done is put a black face over white imperialism

Which secured his inauguration with millions screaming

When in reality the real motto was not change but the lie you can believe in

Whenever he’d hit the stage millions were dazed by his lies about bringing change and closing Guantanamo bay

but he is a fake

That pictures not real like a rapper making millions over a rap deal

That pictures a fake

In to the fourth year of his presidency

Ain’t nothing really changed

As half of the African American communities hopes are still impaled

Due to discrimination faced in education, housing and employment

Because in one point or another, they’ve been jailed

Being labeled felons for life by ‘Law and order’

The same ‘law and order’ that used to fight against civil rights

Now turning their faces towards fighting crime

With discriminatory practices prevalent when you glance over the facts

That it’s probably even illegal for a president to go in to the white house and paint it black

I cry when I see a mothers cry when she has to bury her sons

And now the son of Kenya is the face of the very same system

That feeds African Americans drugs and guns

Which he pledged to uphold when he was inaugurated

But his appointment as president couldn’t stop Trayvon Martin dying from hatred

Death is the unbearable tragedy which saw his dreams lying in the back of a hurst

Coming from a community victimised by US backed crack giving birth to a curse

The arrival of crack babies the real victims in the destruction of the black family

With the community facing mass incarceration leaving black fathers with the same rights as that of slave

When the majority of coloured people can’t afford legal representation you know the American Justice System has an issue with race

The war on drugs is all about race with people getting on board because it pays to play

As slavery was just the start and the war on terror is the same slave master playing with a new deck of cards

The image of the United States needs to change said Henry Kissinger

which is the role of Obama

to give imperialism a complete make over

But the substance still stays the same

The image might have changed

But young people of color are still gagged and chained

With many parent less never being loved and hugged

While listening to a system used by Obama

That teaches kids it’s cool to be illiterate, uneducated tricks and thugs

That glamorises crime

Tempting youths to be enslaved by the justice system that uses discretion

To embrace racist stereotypes

Just check the stats to see that the majority of prison inmates are in for smoking crack

Cocaine tending to be predominantly black

That’s the facts getting 25 to life completely ruining their lives

when statistically speaking the majority of cocaine users in America are predominantly white

So that pictures a fake

That pictures a fake

America’s still a racist land

Who’s election did make history as for the first time

Western imperialisms championed by a black man

Still having dreams of his father

But we need to take a step back and understand that it’s the same racist system

Manufacturing this image of Obama


I am neither here nor there
I am somewhere between the present and nowhere

My body’s present but my soul isn’t
You see me reading the Qur’an but you don’t know it….you can’t see it…..

My Lords hand just grabbed my soul and dunked it in an ocean of divine knowledge,

Of divine wisdom, where words know no boundaries,

My spirits present in the world of the unseen,

In the world of the unseen,

Where endless knowledge is imprisoning me

And I’m struggling to breathe as sanity is escaping me

And all that I knew is leaving me like I’m going be killed,

But i’m just an empty vessel waiting to be filled

As I’m neither here nor there
I am somewhere in between the present and nowhere

Where there’s no escape even if I had my guns cocked

My souls locked, my souls locked

And nah this aint nothing to do with the cops my body’s still around the block

But my soul’s not, my soul’s not,

It’s being reprogrammed in another place,

As I turn page after page my souls being set ablaze

So the next time you see me I’ll be spitting fire on the stage

Burning it to a crisp

In the world of fiery knowledge is where my soul is

In between the present and nowhere as no one goes there

Heightening your sense of security

And heightening your sense of fear

This unseen world ain’t no make believe

The black cloud in my eyes showing its possession of me,

Flowing through my blood stream

Replacing my empty words with kerosene to blow up the poetry scene

Because the force behind me aims to take me higher

As I return to this world with the spirit of Malcolm X

Possessed by the fire of the Ghost-Rider

Intending to commit revolutionary suicide,

It is from this mic where this world will be revolutionised

With words as their meanings have no boundaries when they terrorise

Those that terrorise and keep the will of the people from being televised

As there’s another force roaming the earth,

There’s another force roaming the earth

Every time we speak, read or write,

These words just come alive

like the grim reaper reaping for hearts and minds

And I gave them my life, I gave them my life

To heal a world that is disturbed

Because that is the power of the spoken word.

You don’t know anyone like me

My food is my anger that feeds my body, mind and soul

And elevates me to a different state

Reaching me to a boiling point

Where my anger is so strong it devours my hate

Because pure rage is my birthplace

I can’t be contained

Breaking the deafening silence with my thunderous roar

Which devastates cities as if they’ve just been through a war

Because you pissed me off & I’m not Mr Nice

Bruce is like Dr jeckyl but I’m worse than Hyde

Every attack on me just enflames my anger, casting my net of fear

Enraging the beast that resides within the devils nightmares

While I overshadow the lives of man

Don’t come to me without the army’s planes and tanks

And even then you’ll need a helping hand

As I act sovereignly

Smashing what I want, when I want

Without any respect to authority

Only to me I pledge sovereignty

I am what you get when rage and fury conceive a dangerous mix

Delivering me for the earth to be cursed with

Because I’m the strongest there is

With everyone on my hit list

Who will be hearing ‘Hulk Smash’

Which is my statement

Your weapons a gun

My weapons the pavement

Leaving my enemies dead and buried beneath the floor whenever I fight

As my war cry’s been prophesized

Throughout the annals of history

With tales of terror being cast in the street

And biblical pages telling you of the mark but I’m the beast

Housing the rage of a million demons

If you look in to my eyes you can see them screaming

As they’re trapped inside

Fuelling my anger like wood to the fire

Trapped within my eyes like prison bars

I devour life, it’s my prisoner

Which is the fate of all those in my way

When I come through Banners body from within hells gates

To bring what I’m known for

Not death…..Not the smashing

Not the roar

But one and one thing only…….War