Written by:
Slave Name: Donald P. White
Muslim Attribute: Luqmon-Abdul-Al-RhasoolThe 100 year plan took 64 years to arrest your development
From kings and queens to a dead minded negro
Akhenaton, Imhotep, Cleopatra to Samuel Adjai Crowther
Aesop, Make Da, to Piankhy once a king of Ethiopia
For over 400 years have been in a dead minded state
Raped of your original mind state by racial hate.
You were once conquerers, rulers, warriors, known to date
Gods and goddesses, but linking you to this has been suspiciously erased
Disfigured the statues by shooting the nose off their face
Destroying your history plus robbing you of your righteous place
The aboriginal asiatics by nature are instilled with dignity and grace
But your history has been stolen, hidden without a trace
Deaf, dumb, and blind of self. Yes, this is the case
Fashioned into no-thing. Dead in thought. Antichaste
Structured the pylons and pyramids to perfection
Embedded them with rubies and diamonds leaving a breathtaking impression
How did the black asiatics fall from this righteous direction?
Europeans showing no compunction in planning devilish acts of destruction
Stripped our leadership, kingdom, pioneering construction
Put to sleep for 400 years. Now we are in a state of dysfunction
Labeled as a lazy negro laying deep in deprivation
Genocidal homicide, systematically annihilation
The ravagings of time, depredation, exasperation
Executing the ways and life of the slave master{s nation
Caught in a web, in a physical state of devastation
In a triple state of darkness, suppressed of your imagination
So wake up Black Nation, free yourself through liberation
Love yourself and one another. Prevent self-abomination
Rise up, become a strong entity through amalgamation
Be stern in righteousness, fight off unjust temptation
Act with a sense of urgency exempt all your desperation
Work hard at breaking this cycle through keen aspiration
Adhere to this message, make it your deepest inclination
So please never give in to any type of settlement
And don´t allow the diabolical traps of America to arrest your development
I Born the Earth, Sun, Moon, and Constellations
Written by:
Slave Name: Donald P. White
Muslim Attribute: Luqmon-Abdul-Al-Rhasool
Just remember it is I the black man who borne the earth, sun moon and constellations.
Daddy’s Little Girl
Written by:
Slave Name: Donald P. White
Muslim Attribute: Luqmon-Abdul-Al-Rhasool
Written for:
Nacoria Don´Shae´White
From the mind through the eyes of her father.
I´m Daddy´s little girl, so precious is my essence
The one he considers a heavenly blessing
If you were me, you´d see
I´m perfectly unique.
Dipped in heavenly waters
Dried in ebony silk
Just look at my skin
I am Black Nubian
From my cornrows to my braids
Or when I let my crown lay
Express I am a princess
A divine color from his testis
God touched my face
And left moles in place
My immaculate structure is priceless
One of my many attributes is ISIS
I am self-worth
My first nature is Mother Earth
I am the incubator of life
An ethereal device
Call me moon
For I am Grace
I control all the oceans and hold gravity in place
From lightening to thunder
I asunder
Oh how you wonder
Who I am to this world
But to me
All I am is, Daddy´s Little Girl.
Daddy Why?
Written by:
Slave Name: Donald P. White
Muslim Attribute: Luqmon-Abdul-Al-Rhasool
Daddy why is the question I often ask
Not understanding how you could just up and leave me like I was trash
Choosing a life of crime over me has me so very mad
Now for 18 years I have been fatherless and often sad
Daddy I see other children with their fathers and they seemed so glad
Wishing to myself I could experience that so very bad
Daddy why didn’t you have my best interest at heart
Knowing that your affection is what I sought
Now it seems to me you didn’t love me enough like I thought
To be man enough to fight your lower vices off
Daddy why didn’t you choose me
Instead you just left and confused me
Now you often stressing that you love me
That’s hard to believe in my reality
Daddy why wasn’t my birth enough for you
To change you into a better man and to be true
But it seems as though you didn’t have a clue
To just live righteously through and through
Daddy why and I know I speak for other fatherless kids as well
That you had to leave me to struggle and in a mental state of hell
Knowing without your guidance I am likely to fail
And I sometimes feel you wasn’t man enough so you bailed
Daddy why aren’t you here to teach me about the birds and the bees
Instead you left me in this cold world only to be teased
Not realizing the pain I’ve suffered so I plead
For you to stop this hurt in which I bleed
Daddy why but sometimes I wish I didn’t bother
And often times I wish you weren’t my father
Though sometimes I try harder and harder
To express myself to you but my efforts seem to falter
Daddy why you couldn’t be here to witness my accomplishments
To watch me flourish in all of my developments
Towards me, how you could be so dispassionate
And you wonder why I feel you are an embarrassment
Daddy why you leave me, I am so hurt
All I ever wanted was for you to see my worth
Instead my worth to you was no more than dirt
Because I can’t fathom why you left me fatherless on this Earth
Daddy why didn’t you want to witness my progression
Or just watch me grow into the Queen that you keep on stressing
But I can’t seem to hide my displeasure by way of suppression
And my anger continues to put me in a state of aggression
Daddy why you just couldn’t do what daddy’s supposed to do
Like be there for me in times of need to teach me to tie my shoe
Or just holding both of my hands so I could be slued
Though wanting this I wonder would I be a fool
Daddy why did you choose him over me
That’s how I see it in my reality
How could you not act with a sense of morality
Or think with a sense of maturity
Because doing his prison time has left me in a state of obscurity
Leaving me unprotected without any security
Daddy why that night you just didn’t stay home
Yet instead you went out in the streets just to do wrong
Out late at night as through you were grown
You know they say you reap what you have sown
Daddy why, is the question I no longer ask myself
Realizing without you I’ve gained my self wealth
Though I was hurt by your departure I’ve maintained my health
Because I now know the truth, it’s no longer a stealth
So Daddy why do I continue to cry
And why is this pain so excruciating that I just wanna die
But I convey to myself to be strong plus continue to try
To just move on with my life and say goodbye
Though I often find myself asking you,
“Daddy Why?”
I’m Bad
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| Donald Paul White |
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