At first,

I couldn't grasp the Prelude. Until I read the entire piece and came back to it and landed on:

>GOD HELP US!
>He did, and because of Him I live...

then i got that mmmph feeling like u hit me in the gut with some gut-sorrow-happiness.




>Oppressed like Taliban women were when warriors wouldn't
>where there wisdom.
>Reflecting The Light like prisms, mental prisons, religion
>relentlessly, endlessly, signifies a sad submission...

---Whoa. Warriors wouldn't wear their wisdom. that concept in itself is sick... the sad submission of their faith to those that take advantage of the faithful is beautifully illustrated in the above lines... "Reflectling The Light like prisms..."


>Oppression has an echo, why do you think drugs are so cheap
>in the ghetto.


---i don't get the relation between echo of oppression and drugs being cheap. that threw me off. you came back with:

>Crack couldn't kill, so They laced it,
>FBI still wasn't satisfied, Heroine replaced it...

fantastic. The following lines are pure consciousness and fire-blazing love.

>Now babies are born with Aids,
>But popular politics say its ok.
>As if homosexuality were truly liberating,
>Trees not bearing fruit,
>Our race is deteriorating...

===all i can say is... "amen" - time for me to act on this.

>Keeping it real is now synonymous with silence,
>Whenever a volatile situation turns violent...

===quotable! the line about silence stands alone.

>Join Jesse Jackson and call for action, but his "affairs"
>keep Republicans laughing, and Al Sharpton is not know as
>the Assassin but that nigga with hair...

---isn't it sickening? thank you for not keeping silent.


>The hypocrisy, pollicies, past there own prophecies,
>Bodies never leave the block...
>Then they expect us to succeed when they've left us in need,
>Neck-up in weed, smoking away our seeds, our children are
>hungry but ourselves we feed.
>And the fees are expensive, extensively,
>Greed grows, as we reap what we've sewed...
>Trying to buy my wife hosiery, hoping these, rosary beads,
>Help me to believe

---*holdin head* peace god. this was peace.


>Under the truth, we find lies, but I lie on the edge of
>death, trying to stay hopeful,

===wordplay, mindtwist, man... u crazy.


>He came to me with a proposal,
>Life or death, I chose both,
>My breaths attest to that boast...

===this is an actuality for me. u may have penned this for any reason, but i tell you, that i too chose both. *nods*, for real.


>Obviously he was aggravated by that answer,
>So he speared my life, and gave my mom cancer...

===whoa. *shakes head* - nothin to say...

"you can see the truth in the youth's eyes... "

===this is pure truth. God's love be with you. HlluYwhAmn.

~MUSE

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Speak and it shall manifest
Breathe and it shall live
Love and it shall triumph
Give and it shall never be
lost... ever... - MarcArthur
St. Juste

"not one voice unheard" -
VOICES NYC (Brooklyn, NY)

HALLELU YAHWEH! AMEN