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There is something in the air as
You look around at the concrete and glass
Breathe deep smell car exhaust people sweating, hurrying past
Think quietly with care about the 10:00 news last night and
How that 'Brother' faired
Sam Greenlee told it best
"The Spook Who Sat by the Door"
He passed the ultimate test
He beat the 'gray boys' at their game and
Taught the 'Homies' how to do the rest
There was a revolution!
There is discontent everywhere
Too many babies having babies, too many girls not taught to be ladies
Too few expectations in a world full of
Excuses and rationalizations!
People just do not care
A 'Brother' gets shot, people stop and stare
No one lifts a finger; the 'Brother' just lies there
A 'Black' child gets molested
It takes a year or more before someone is even arrested!
There is hate circling this sphere
Hate for ourselves because
You are too scared to stand up and make yourselves clear!
How is hate shown?
By stabbing, killing or beating one of your own!
With that you think you are grown
With that, you think you have shown how 'manly' you can be
All you have shown is how badly you still need me!
When you look in the mirror, what do you see?
Is it a King or Queen or
A little child looking for self-esteem?
When you say, "Don't diss' me man!"
Are you talking about a higher plan or
Are you so grounded with this materialistic world that
The gold that is your mind can not wrap itself around the
Power and strength of a great nation that could be yours if
You would only build the foundation"!
Is there hope for the masses?
There is no peace of mind to be found when
A faction has ground down the
Pride, strength and regales of the tribe that was found!
Captured and abused, led away from what they knew
It was all true, they were afraid of you!
Black skin glistening in the hot baked yellow-orange sun
Ripped abs and thighs that showed tremendous strength to run
A walk that was sure and free
Keep their heads held high with
They came to this land that was totally unknown
Bound and determined to be free and
Find a way home
They watched in silence as their women were raped and misused!
Pledging in their hearts, the would kill all those that, abused!
The binds that bound them it seems
Finally embedded themselves in you
You, the children of these warriors of old
They fought, died and sacrificed so one day you would wear the gold!
Right now they are burning in their graves
Pleading with God, feeling his gaze!
"Father please, help them understand"
"They will only regain your favor if they stand together and"
"Give each other a helping hand!"
As for me and my story
I want you all to know
I will be your 'Spiritual' mother, come to me I will unfold and
Wrap you in my arms, soft and gentle, safe and secure
I will stroke your head gently and rock you quietly back and forth
I will sing you a lullaby that will soothe and comfort us both
I will lay you in a bed of protection, that will keep you from harm and
You can coast while I tell you the stories of
Your fathers from a far
I will hold you to my bosom until you feel their love in my arms then
You can cry and feel their love finally at last
Sons and daughters, if only you could see
Black on Black crime is the key
That will kill us all eventually!
27 July 2006
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