Alliteration Assassination

Pushing these pages like pedals.
Pursuing this passion with purpose.
Preacher preacher turned teacher,
trippy hippie get the people tipsy
on consciousness. Carving crafts like
Gepetto. More like black Jesus; turning water
into gin and juice, bringing joyous jubilance.

Catch it: massa' couldn't kill King Kunta.
Body's by the bushes, but his soul survived.
Subsiding. See the Sultan, hailing from the east,
establishing everyone against the establishment.
Why can't we be we when we want to be? Let
me be me, but Kendrick said this ish ain't free.
Ken Griffey in the outfield - hope you caught it.

Murderous minds don't mind miners diggin'
holes. Make moves, not noise. Doing Not
Dreaming is the motto. Going to need more than
shovels to hush the underground shuttle. Harriet
had heart. Her and abolitionists granted this kid's
Christmas wish. Or Kwanzaa. 'Cause some say the
first noel was nothing, but a spell - propaganda to
poison the people.

No matter your thoughts. Just gather your thoughts.
"They hid truth in what they taught." Less killing,
more competence. Referring to knowledge when I
speak of Negroes knocking on the nation's notions
with nines.


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Doing Not Dreaming by Christian Matthew