The truth is too hard for many to bear/ So youth gets more scarred and seldom a care/ Proof we’re at odds even morals are rare/ Aloof without God and everyone stares/ Points and laughs “look at the spectacle!”/ I hoist the past crooks and I’m a menace too/ Anointed last and it took a near societal/ Joint to puff and pass my bookings logical/ Pay homage due and some reparations/ Or recognize some of us want repatriation/ Instead of wrecked lives in a stolen nation/ It’s time we mobilize mass evacuations/ Off this plantation of million dollar whips/ Where forced complacency attitudes sit/ At the helm taking your life’s membership/ Imagine the elation return in the mother ship
When words cannot capture moments sprinting off/I hit the course running this grass is soft/tall blades cutting ankles gutting my insides/something stinks and forgotten ills reside/deep within the bowels of hurt pride/the gurney is tied but not tight enough/injured bodies still drop from higher than trumps/golden towers with thumps go bump in the night/it was never the same nothing is all right/fragile from a life of fight or flight/mishandled misled and kept from the light/in the heart of darkness stark is the plight/when where milk and honey flow to the select/how why so many feel the neglect/who are the images to good to reflect?/who are the scorned deserving no human respect?
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Lemme find a reason to not break night fiending/ In this killing season treason isn’t higher meaning/ Or learning my causes are leaning on all ceilings/ Glass otherwise shattered profusely bleeding/ Believing the heathens who’re actively misleading/ Massa says police beatings aren’t increasing/ Seeing is not belief then it’s false flag seeking/ And waving only to awake the giant sleeping/ Masses teeming with possibilities of being/ More than a thing a mere nuisance for deceiving/ Too many a noose are swinging I’m not leaving/ Without my mama’s gold I came retrieving/ She is Africa the stolen boasting thieving/ Hoaxing demons can no more once we begin/ To rise up and resist the condition we are in/ The action of resistance is a peace movement
We survived the fire with no arsonist alarm/ Purified put higher cursed passed it along/ Souls we inspired work to right wrongs/ And so we’re admired from your safe position/ A piece of curriculum studied from afar/ From a piece of a continent message in a jar/ No peace on this countenance please it goes so far/ Peace officers brandishing pieces of old scars/ Celebrating rights to use arms while we raise hands/ To demands that we cease and desist and disband/ While their powers expand but conscience shrinks/ What if the roles were reversed does no one think?/ Do the eyes not blink at the tears we shed?/ The marches protests and sermons we’ve said/ Our sons and daughters laid down to early bed/ By your violence without stories or a kiss goodnight
The simplest things be the most beautiful/ Infant kings sea coasts lovers that are new/ The difference is when we get to the truth/ For instance if it hurts its best kept to you/ Personal views get low tolerance in public space/ Where news depicts violence and shuns debate/ Without proof we give tyrants guns to be safe/ And now it’s you being silenced just in case/ Stay in place kept in line and no questions/ Saving face saying it’s fine to hope better things/ Saving grace pray the divine still owes blessings/ Make haste they label it crime to show aggression/ Manifesting a pacified and fearful nation/ Subliminal messaging lies the lull of creation/ Cremation how many histories have been torched?/ Lands conquered tales retold and earths scorched
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We got a Billionaire Mayor with windows in tall towers So the people can’t see the corrupt moves for power So the people can see that absolute power is corrupting Our governor entertains the idea of hydraulic fracking a negative gain game polluting our ground water unsound borders push the barriers of sound warrior For this fight we can thank the generous one percent For the right to occupy zucotti park or pay the rent I’m the forsaken preoccupied with peace and justice Like squatters in vacant buildings landlords refuse to touch I’m bubbling up a scheme soon to release the hatch Hoping the drones don’t see me peering through the thatch Cuz in my one room shack the ceiling is too low And I’m living off checks and credit no cash flow So trickle don’t work anymore than big banks Steal the money from the people and actually give thanks