Ms Dani Mack: Against the Growth

We the Sheeple

You are born into this world either with a head start or lagging behind
No matter your interest, participate in feeding the beast

Avoiding everything that is against you
Lusting over all that distracts you from the heart

The leaders you admire are strung up, puppets for power
Supporting a society that is motivated to dismantle your strength

Broken down, destroying the very characteristics that make us unique
Ignorant to information that could help you

The cowardliness that hides you from helping each other
Blaming neighbors when the council is the offender

Deny your sister assuming the glamour of her life
Abandon your brother because he looks not of you

Blood does not move you to laying foundations for villages
Causing tension and insecurities comparing households instead of merging clans

Angered by hoods, when the Doctors are killing us
Self medicating because you are too BOSS to get psychological assistance

More problems than the rabbit got tricks
Simple minds too focused on titts and dicks

Judgments and classifications on another who moves different from you
In three months you can find a new boo, cool

No time taken to understand internal fears and joys
Influenced by sweet words and images of no stress

Lies covering red flags, ignoring being used and manipulated
Benefiting one person but not the other, honesty defeats your purpose

Depressing to understand being alone honing skills to master
Revisiting mistakes, examine what went wrong, is all too much of a struggle

Personal efficiency means admitting errors and owning any damage you caused
Accepting the ownership of your weight as the creator of your mess

You digress, because their are bills to pay, your mental health is dismissed
Foolishly you refuse what you need to do improve your vision of you

Praying that the light reaches you and reality embraces you
Observe the one closest beside you when you preach

The reaction of your audience can tell you much, such is luck
Answers before you, still can't make you see who you need to be

Lost all purpose, no direction, unsure of what makes you happy
Disgusted by how you expect to be blissful with another

Never admitting the fundamental things, you hate about yourself
Stuffing them into your shoes and compacting the pressure with every step

The mundane is settling to the simple mind, change upsetting and frightening
Unwilling to share privileges, to comfortable to leave obstacles for the undeserving

Why start erupting this system when all seems calm, evade the moral compromise
Normalcy is of more importance, tradition of systems you laid down for

- D.Y.M. Original

Rose colored shades

Ordinary conversation is riddled with subtext, heart confused, mind upset
Unsure of what choice to make next, aware that life is not right
Wanting to vent to get the stress off your chest and get betrayed again
Wondering if anyone is loyal at all, seems as though respect has fallen

There are deceivers swarming, while only a few can be trusted these days
Relationships in a wreck, life filled with disruption 
Spiritual combustion, because they ignore the soul
Maintain statements of Holy aspirations, placing judgement everyone but self

Have yet to look in a mirror clear enough to see the foundation of you
Created pictures portrayed through actions that have no love just obligation
Lies have formed pillows that heads rest on comfortably
Associates believe what is shown and refuse to ask questions

All that lies under the surface will have minds blown
The village was destroyed and we continue to keep it damaged
People no longer value tradition of culture and rather conform blindly
Foolishly willing to place lives in danger, then worry later, yolo

Smiles tainted with manipulation, praying for salvation
Hoping the creator or a kind face will lend a hand
The community is confused and no one lends a helping hand
Turning backs on other who could help you progress

Assuming royalty and missing the mark, using day ones for instant gratification
Far apart from love and graciousness, shaming those who struggle
Choosing friends by appearances with no hesitation, going through the motions
Misunderstanding your unhappiness, actions are empty, words meaningless

- DYM Original

The Modern-Day Black Woman

We no longer matter, only our surface ever did
Lusting over our curves and hues
Fascinated with the texture of our hair
Mimicking our style, language and culture

Watching fair skin women get cornrows in their hair
Wearing faux locs and memorizing our lyrics
Deny that you copy us then claim it as your own
So aggravating to have a birthright and watch it celebrated by undeserving faces

Manipulate your features to become a twisted image of melanin goddesses
Make no statement of appreciation of our everything
While presenting a proud and offensive display of every race besides your own
Craving to submerge yourself in exotic moves, languages and food

Ignoring the women, men and children you mock and shame
Teaching young brown skin people that their features look better on you
Assuming that we should kiss your behind for stealing mine
Your copycat is faulty and disrespectful to our struggles

A fetish, you crave to be called the N' word
Desire to beat your feet, roll your neck and wear bamboo earrings
Hoping to be welcomed in a home full of brown bodies
Your whole existence is black face

Drown your tongue in ebonics and learn every handshake
Practice our dance moves and wear dashikis
You describe us like cartoon characters and end up looking that way
Exaggerated plumped up injections and surgeries

It turns you on to be like us, thrilled you can live out a fantasy
Praying that you get the full racist comments and looks
Followed around a store, because you're automatically a theif
See white women hold tight to their purse, that was probably you

We have to watch as the world laughs at the Black woman and man
Being comically illustrated internationally, the but of every joke
Everyone is praised to be us but us, yet we still worship your product
Hate being traded for a white woman or man, but only support them

Conflicting thoughts to be pro-black and marry and freedom-fighter
The struggle of attempting to uplift a nation of people who won't read
Giving into the tension and broken promises from our own
Uniting with anyone who will express admiration via obsession

Self Discovery

I wonder why isn't everyone's interest in learning more about themselves
To go into to the world so unsure of how you truly need to see it
Ignore the dark corners of your memory, locked in the room
Sitting on the floor you close your eyes and imagine a pacifier

Rocking into a rhythm of insanity, presented so well
Wrapping paper so pretty, stuffing it in your mouth
Scripted deliveries flow easily from phony lips
Tripping over yourself for approval from strangers

Caught up in the theatrics and relationship statuses
Bouncing from righteous to treacherous in the same day
No different from the poser on the other side of the screen
Bound by typed words and emojis, enticed by the memes

You have forgotten your people and denying your purpose
Discover happiness alone and you'll practically be invincible
Embrace discipline to unleash those dimples that has been hiding
Understand what is needed to obtain joy and continued progess

It was never meant to be easy, but the process is simpler than you know
Internal exploration is mandatory to evolve, grow from experience
Overcome the environment, expand your reach beyond the horizon
Steps are only made if you take them, souls bless when you feed them

- MDM Original

Dishes

Sometimes, you just loose things
That are meaningful to you and challenge you
Things that help you to grow and be a better you
Lost in wishes, meanwhile, there's the dishes

You wish you had riches, cheers, to living lavish
Being drenched in Armani in Paris
Never examining where you are, and what resources to use
Reluctant to get off the ground in your own shoes

Beautiful weather induce delusional images of grandeur
Experiencing without budgets, get home, say screw it and act foolish
Priorities out of order, suffocating the limits of your potential
Socially stuck in a cycle of turmoil and destruction

You'll never get it, brain severely infested, media poison
Constantly repeating ridiculous dramatic scenes
Should be embarrassed, so much pride for the ratchet
Complain for better, won't work to improve what the creator gave you

Reactions foul, loud attract attention and crowds
Quick fame dies faster than eyes blink, soul sink
Searching for positive reinforcement, from any whole it spews out of
Walking right into a trap, hope your spirit won't snap

Sometimes you just loose yourself in broken promises
Meaningful lessons and opportunities fly right by you
Pleasantly distracted, missing warning signs at every turn
Mind drowning in wishes, meanwhile, there's the dishes

- MDM Original

The F@ck Boy

Damn, she is beautiful, I must have her to myself
Find out her name and flirt with her, must get her attention
Ignore her rejection and take her smiles for interest instead of comedy
Swear up and down she's feeling you

Not realizing that no man has been around long enough for a smile
No idea what a real one feels like right now
Letting the walls down, failing at educating him on femininity 
Blind to signs that she is unfulfilled

Tragic romance residing in rose colored waters
Not realizing the blood loss, the trips cost
To far from the shore to turn back, riding out the storm now
Moments assuming joy, overflowing in verbal apologies, no action

Exhausted rotations of broken down tires
Missing opportunities to express forgiveness
Every frown is a casualty, to you it's normal
Surrounded by associates of you who I plan not to know

Continuous promises resemble past statements, nothing ever improves
Daily routine remains stagnant, from your steps no goals grow
Pleasure is all you offer, the other 80% is nonsense
Played out style, copied poor behavior, craving the fountain of youth

- MDM Original