SWEETER THE JUICE



RELEASE 2: WHERE PERSPECTIVE MATTERS

WHAT. 

By: Rami Naamna

What kinda nigga dreams of having a nightmare 
What kinda nigga dreams of having dreams 
What kinda nigga can’t dream 
By society, basing a dream off of whatever 
What kinda bullshit is that 
What kinda negro can’t go to work without getting pulled over by an officer, arrested for charges that have no shit to do with him except “filling the description” 
What kinda negro can go to a supermarket and get racially profiled and suspected of stealing 
What can a negro not do?
What negro can go to the white house and proclaim their love for America 
What negro can proclaim their love for Canada, knowing the systems hate the negro 
The systems that wish to denegrify every whatchamacallit 
The same systems that incarcerated many black men for the possessions of pot, what kinda fucking system is that?
What system is used to benefit those in higher power 
What system is used to exploit every minority 
To torment every person of colour, everyone says whatever 
We taught critical race theory in schools, banned and replaced for more patronage in classes, what the fuck is that?
What systems do we believe in as members of society? 
What? We barely members, society removes us as a concept entirely and deems us nada
What black man would believe in society when even NASA didn’t believe us when we had black astrophysicists being used to fetch water 
What kinda black man would believe in the higher power when our own countries are struggling for clean water 
What systems of higher power only care about the tourist attraction to benefit the economy at the sacrifice of the impoverished
What on earth is earth if we as humans only dehumanize, people lay on streets because the economy is broke, and we gotta lie?
What ideology do we thaw out? Reverse the concepts 
Detriment to a negro is the concept of reading minds, what the fuck would they read?
What society has too many issues to be listed in a poem, so much so it becomes prose?
What’s a word for a society that prays on the poor?
What’s a word for a officer that has sociopathic tendencies and uses his position to pray on people of color
What person in the world would say change isn’t necessary because they are too ignorant to recognize their privilege 
What person of privilege would decide to say the n word 
Sorry, what? A nigger.
What does a racist have to gain except for racial extermination and the eternal heat of black society turning to ash
What kinda person would decide to invent the concept of society, knowing that society is filled with so many flaws
What kinda negro can’t live life in a society based on being social
What kinda negro isn’t a kinda negro that can do such deeds
Every kinda negro
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A Neighborhood Painted with Poverty

By: Rami Naamna 

The clock strikes 12 and shit hits the fan 
Glocks shoot the weed and rally up the streets 
The party after dark obsessive with the gleam 
Because we don’t have gleam, streetlights broke out
Garbage in the streets, reminiscent of our dreams 
Society deemed our Neighbourhood was a seed 
That would never sprout, so we said fuck you and let poverty out
Community go against one another because we want to understand the concepts of ownership
So we rep the block that’s covered in dog shit so that we can say we established this 
Cement broken on the side walk on the street people scared to walk on it due to myths and ideologies 
So I prophesied that if we ever got money we’d likely spend on more drugs and street runners
We’d never spend money on making our part of the city better 
“If you never have it then you never wanna lose it so give us the money nigga, we’ll show you how we do it”
Conceptualizing that broke cannot be broker and if we ever saw a broker we’d likely break down 
Our societal norms state that it’s not allowed and a society painted in poverty can never break out 
We paint our buildings in black so we can see the blood from every drive by every time the two sides interact 
If you rep the bloods, don’t let me rep them because your blood ended up on my white tee 
Fires take the rage in a storm of a water hose comprised of bullet shots that were aiming at my own door 
Breaking my window panes and I tucked my head on the floor 
Trying to create a gore scene trying to reach a high score 
A society with no light paint itself in all black so even if we look luxurious we’d never know the term 
Each season go by and the ghetto town look the same because no one had a paint brush and no one had the skills 
If I ripped up a dollar for every person in this part of town 
No one would use it because everyone wants to achieve the crown 
No order in this society, police therefore move above the law 
Start killing negros for walking outside because they fit definition 
Judge negro by flaw and wealth but not by sacrifices 
If Mr. President ever had funded the town then maybe our ghetto leaders could actually make a change 
But if that ever happened they’d likely be assassinated 
They can’t stand a negro thriving in the general
Chances of a nigga now being good hearted is 0 because by math you’d kill a nigga at the age of 5 
Until one good hearted nigga comes into our neighborhood 
Holding a light so bright we’d thought we seen a different light 
Heavens shine, or apocalypse that come early 
But reality states that it’s just a torch, feeling as if it’s a narcotic swarm 
To my cerebral corps but nonetheless we move forward 
Follow the child with light and maybe move toward 
A optimistic environment where we can all thrive 
Without the need to depend on government and social constructed concepts so we can shine 
What good is the concept of money if no negro can have it 
Let’s have opportunities to share our food in baskets 
Circle the child with torch because we all need the warmth 
People in the back have coats this is the definition of equality 
Self made social Justice, no need for currency 
As you can see eventually happiness will spread as far as the eye can see 
And that’s where perspective comes from, no need for perfection 
A black neighborhood with black painted houses we are imperfect 
Imperfection is the art, the paintbrush is the people 
The canvas is the city, let us change our city with ethos 
I am the people.



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