THE SUMERIAN PROLOGUE

This Is for Mother Earth.
We’re killing her babies.
If they are not getting tapped,
They’re getting strapped.

Strapped for war
Strapped for combat.
New York is dead,
We mourn for Boom Bap

Cuz now we’re trapped.
No, cuz now, we trap.
We’re loosing our roots,
& feel scorn from loose raps.

Scorn from scraps,
left by rats,
who were left by pigs,
who were one time black.

But you’d have to go way back,
Before their conception.
Before they came on water
To understand one’s reflection.

As long as you were born under the sun,
The Motherland is in Everyone.

#DreamOrDie
- Giacomo Antonio