Thursday, September 4, 2008

WOMB of MAN: naM edaM

WOMB of MAN: naM edaM
By : INTENSE


Womb of Man! Womb of Man? Wooommmmmmbbbbman! Wo-MAN?

Socially-Constructed me

Stronger than any Hu-Man

Tough and bulky like He-Man

But Im Man Made

Taught to be physical with my hands

But closed minded with thy thoughts

World handed to thee with a silver spoon

Even Wombman are apart of me

Their name continues the illusion

Man gives birth!

Nah! Man just the seed

Women are the creators

We just succeed

But men hide behind this phasod

Trying to play God

Scared to show emotions or tearz

Hiding behind their fearz

Being labeled weaker than a woman

Half of a man or just a boy

Where's the fucking joy

Feasibly Frightened For Female Traits

Playin our cardz right: completing the Straights

Flush, It All goes down the toilet

With the rest of the shit! and lies

Men do things they despise

Just 2 fit in

My struggles being a man concealed within

Like a Ford Built tough or Chevy like a rock; rigid & ruff

But man never has an option to say enuff

Pressured to deal with the smoke; blow every puff

Pass puff puff pass puff puff

Passed down from generation 2 generation

Lies untold creating tradition

Oh! and did I mention

Man Made creation

False Position

Twistedly Turned To Tarnish Transition

Invisible Man like Ralph Ellison's great invention

Not to be seen nor heard through any hype

Listened from a stereo-type

That has man trapped in a cage

Full of Rage Against The Machine

Even Zack de la Rocha can't escape this Regime

But the time for change is now

Man and woman must adhere to this now

Women need Re-Definition under their own terms

Take control by killing the bacteria and all germs

Patriarchal society created by men in robes

Who wanted nothing more than to keep you controlled probes

Information cannot be gathered with this device

But all men must pay a price

Is it you? Or me?

Never me u see

Cuz I break down barriers

Like East & West Germans did the Berlin wall

Change Gone Come to All

Greater than a Cooke name Sam

Okonkwo wanted a man's crop the sweet candy Yam

Things Fall Apart but it’s up 2 you to play your part

So what’s it gonna be the red pill or the blue pill

Cuz im sick and tired of this matricks

Silly Rabbit in my world gets the Tricks

While kids finally learn to be Mixed

Born Black and Mexican full of pride

Best of both worlds is how I reside

Never truly accepted by either one

Lacking melanin in my white slave master skin

Unable to speak the Spanish language

So I create my own term BLAXICAN

Infusing both cultures at my own will and choosing

One day I wakeup Black the next Mexican

Unfortunately it doesn’t work out that way

Creating Confusing Conflicting Consciousness

Societal Spinning a web of lies


Even a Spider gets trapped & hypnotized


Open up your minds let your mind be retaught


Get free before its too late and theres no battle to be faught


Wake Up out of the Womb


Your Song, its needs its own tune