Onyx Skies

These brown eyes tell Ausarian tales
Ole skool like El Dogs, Atari and duck tales
Two pairs of peace, one on my hip and my mind
I come in peace but don’t push me or I’ll pull out mine
Too much to lose under this black cloud of adverse elements
My conscience is a virgin, mentally celibate
Pure like blue magic but blacker than obsidian
Blacker than the blackest hole or abyssal oblivion
Same color as my heart, I bleed red and eat green
They thought three sixes made me evil, but I shine like sheen
Just another raisin raised by the sun, I’m a sun guy
My third eye opens wide when I see the sun rise
As I conjure up the vision of a hundred Tulsas and Meccas
Residing on one planet, we’d be the primes, I’d betcha
On a black cybertron, with out decepticons
Marginalizing our kind and shoplifting our lexicon
Smooth capers and cultivation giving birth to a live nation
Skyscrapers made of oracles and high vibration
Imagine the day when knowledge of self became a thirst
All lives matter of course, but we should start with ours first...