Time all relative,
Death equals finality,
After life complete mystery,
Religion holds joy and misery,
In the same hand it holds conformity,
Children are the future,
Abortion breeds confusion,
Politics is like witchcraft,
Spinning evil deeds, making it sound good,
America thrives off hate,
In order to spark debate,
Well planned out organizations,
Whose main goal to increase disparity,
Between the haves and those who think they’re free,
What is the price of freedom?
Countless martyr’s blood congeals,
All stirred in one big pot,
Martyrs life spent fighting for those who have not.
Freedom never won,
Silenced with a gun,
Bullet wounds piercing main arteries,
Tearing through heart and lung,
A spiritual song sung,
As we attend another wake,
Of one who died too young,
Yet we continue marching on,
Because we pray a change gon’ come.
How blinded have we become?
How disillusioned are we now?
We’ve become a prong in the system,
We can’t dare win from within,
How do we start anew?
What must we do?
To see less crying and less tears,
Less murder, and less fears,
Sunshine despite rain,
No clouds and less pain,
Who are we?
Who are you?
Who am I?
It’s like I can still hear Gil Scott-Heron’s cries,
THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!!
No it will not be televised.
You will not witness the revolution in between re-runs of Seinfeld and House of Payne,
The revolution will not be brought to you by Dove body wash,
Or jolting hair orgasms brought on by Herbal Essence,
It will not be endorsed by Budweiser, Bud Light, Michelob Ultra,
Or the Jigga man pitching another product of “The man’s”.
Street cred means nothing now,
Even the thug’s credentials have been revoked,
Who would have thought we’d see a day like today?
As I hearken back to the good ol’ days,
When street cred not only bought you a hood passport,
And large order of fried rice,
On the corner of Goodfellow Avenue and West Florissant Boulevard,
A.K.A. between hard knock existence and baby daddy non-existent,
When street cred might even guarantee you’d make it home that evening,
Alive; no momma stressed and grieving,
Now we got 16 year old babies,
Yes I said,
16 year old babies being murdered on their way home from school,
With college application in hand,
Blood filled fist clenching chemistry and biology exams,
With red A’s stamped across,
Red ink mixed in with the blood now,
I’m seeing things my momma never dared to ever see,
Cold heart of man getting cooler by the minute,
It’s been the harshest winter on record,
Yet they say the glaciers is melting,
Not in the heart of man,
No global warming here,
Just more hatred, more fears, more tears,
I swear we need Jesus, Allah, and RA all rolled in one,
To stop the climate of guns, rebels and priests touching our sons,
Or nannies, uncles, and preachers fondling our daughters,
Wrecking lives for life,
Then we wonder why they grow to be heartless,
You want to blame MJ, how about JJ?
Fathers are to blame for the missed revolution,
60′s and 70′s railing against the institution,
But failing to father their sons,
Now we have son’s sonning their father’s
A sad reality to father’s who never bothered,
Maybe too many days spent weedin’ and liquor,
Their loud words betrayed them,
Never speeding revolution any quicker.
Were left with killers and tyrants,
Crying tears in dark cages and silence,
If given freedom they’d do the same thing all over,
Murder makes a helpless soul feel life,
A sad state for too many living life trife.
Don’t shake your head,
Don’t look away,
Own our America and all it’s made us,
Capitalistic mother fuckers we are,
Cannibalistic blood suckers we are,
Incestuous bastards we are,
Homicidal maniacs we are,
Deep depression we are,
Suicidal thoughts we are,
Low self-esteem we are,
Suppressive, repressive, aggressive we are,
Motherless, fatherless for generations we are,
Pessimistic about tomorrow we are,
Optimistic for only a second we are,
Representing nothing but façade,
Is that why the word HOPE is comical to us?
Is that why believing we can be the difference we want to see is foreign to us?
Out of reach for us?
Maybe we need to re-think; we do,
Time to mature, and get a clue; we do,
Stop blaming and start restraining our mouths; we do,
Start parenting our son’s and daughter’s; we do,
Begin being REAL friends again; we do,
Neighbors who give a fuck about our neighbors; we do,
Realizing there’s something higher than self; we do,
Maybe then…the sun will start shining through.
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