I can live without leaders. I lead all my own.
I know how to secure, run and protect my home.
And if you're reading these words, you're the select few. That think outside the box, picked and designed just for you.
You see we've always had a leader for over 200 years. At times more active than others. Some leaders he feared.
The Marcus Garvey, W.E.B Dubois and Martin Luther King Jr. weren't easy to fight. So he sat back in the trenches waiting until the time was just right.
His first name is Willie and his last name is Lynch. His physical form moved on but his words lingered every since.
And we wonder why our race can't seem to unite. We've got the Willie Lynch Syndrome and aint nobody taking up the fight.
Pin the young against the old. Woman against the man. The light against the dark, keep slavery as long as you can.
How is this possible in 2009? Is it true?
If you haven't heard of his plan, let me inform you.
After slavery ended some 150 years at the South's retreat. Blacks were overpopulating America and no longer property.
This concerned white men, so they formed the KKK. Killing blacks at free will, hangings all over the place.
The Constitution was upheld so they decided to segregate, another way to tell us "Blacky stay the hell away".
They couldn't send us back to Africa because they were destroying the countries there. But Martin Luther King Jr. came along saying, "Let's be fair".
Civil Rights were enforced and our struggles made us strong. Willie knew that to break us down he had to start at home.
You see he remembered how the slaves whimpered when forced to watch the men killed. Men see the ladies raped and children taken from them. So they paid us mediocre wages but hired women to lead the homes. Men without work couldn't support their own.
Black women coming to the government looking for help. Is told "We'll help mother and child, but with a man around we won't give you a dime".
So women had to turn their backs or give flap to the loves of their life. The message was clear, get a good job or out of sight.
Men couldn't do it alone anymore so they often times left or would flee. Any love in their hearts became pure animosity.
Children without both parents began to feel neglected. Women abandoned by men felt disrespected.
Kids turned to drugs, gangs and violent crimes. Keep'em in jail and the KKK starts to decline.
The plot thickens the oppresion gets steeper, lynching no longer needed cause we kill our own people.
Until a group of young entertainers out of NewYork rise. Called hip hop rappers they learn how to survive.
With a gift for expression they could do it legally. But the big money makers would only back them if they poisoned their speech.
Tell them that they'll become rich if they got much deeper. Making black women into bitches and sluts, telling young ones to keep killing their people.
The generation of the King and Dubois greatly protested this. But the rappers motivated by greed and the Willie Lynch creed didn't give a shit.
Now the women despise the men and the men disrespects the females.
The young generation won't listen to the old, and we're all living in hell.
The old man on the porch shakes his head as death sweeps his land. Women looking at each other sideways to compete for a good man. First name Willie, last name Lynch.
His physical formed moved on but his words lingered every since.
Pin the women against the men, old against the young...in the slave master they fear as the superior one.
Pin the dark against the light, children against their parents and a mental slavery will last for up to one thousand years.
THERE YOU HAVE IT!