The smoke train is coming,
the coal of burning souls.
Newspapers for sale!
I said ,Newspapers for sale!
Only at 5 cent............
I tighten my black coat,
A man standing just right besides me
goes for a smoke.Lights his cigar.
Smokes................
"Boy, why you look so damn overcautious,Nigger,
get a grip"! says the man.
Just being careful for my own sake.
Showing careful forethought,I responded.
Then he asked " What is this, this, all black everything,
thing you're wearing,Nigger.
I just like to feel like I'm in empty space.
Black is my color,Black is my train of thought.
"So, wait, the black you're wearing on you boy,
symbolizes the mind I guess," he says.
Precisely,Sir,and whatever I have been thinking, is
now whatever you could have thought of .
"Maybe, this black got you funeral sick, boy,
you lost someone you knew or loved,"he replied.
Nah, not really so I would say.
"So black thoughts are dark thoughts" he muttered.
Nah..........!
This black symbolizes my conscious state of mind,
Perception,Sir.
That's why I'm so mentally aware and cautious.
I train my surrounding energy that creates my evolution of Black thoughts.
See the Black is just too out-tel-lectural,too intellectural, too simple.
"That's just that Nigger Science,"he cried.
The train begins to move again and releases a
trail of burning coal.
Newspaper,Newspaper,Newspapers
Only at 5 cent.................................
I then get on the train and loosen my coat.
TO Be Cont.
