Brothers and sisters in the states by way of the Mother Land
Our generation is losing "The Good Fight"
Perhaps because there was an absence of daddy or a mothers caressing hand
Time moves inside an hourglass and our lives are the sand
Broke down and beaten
Treating the habit of the urge I call "Gots To Have It"
Dreams you did have became after thoughts
Our rhythm, our story, our being has been stolen
Now it's store bought
The design of the finish line was built for me and you not to cross
I know you'd rather not listen and just say "Fuck it" and floss
But how long can you take the scraps they continue to toss?
And if you ask who THEY are, I'm not tellin....
Shit I could say anything and make you believe it just like the bullshit THEY stay sellin
I stand diligent
On the boarder of becoming a black militant
Already guns were sent in an attempt to shoot me
Unjust and unruly, it’s my duty to show our inner beauty through words
Hate on one another occurs so often it hits in blurs followed by obscene gestures and hateful slurs
Both his and hers have been taken for suckers
Made to think the only thing BLACK is useful for is a white pages ink.
Down hated, degraded, I know a lot have been frustrated to think the only way to feel liberated is by being 'Curly' 'Straight' or 'Activated'
No to nappy since it represents the common life, and we all know that ain't happy
Yes to straight since it takes away from my face and diffuses some hate
Starting over on a clean slate is something we can all shake
This life isn't about how many breaths you make
But how many you take
So I'll continue to leave viewers breathless with each post I submit
And on some real shit...
My waves represent water from the Middle Passage our ancestors came on as slaves
This crisp line is the bay's shore which was plagued with being the fortunate or unfortunates graves for millions
There's no reason to justify why you're fly....
Don't let your hair be an extension of what makes or breaks you


Your Lips
Your Nose
Your Cheeks
Your Butt
Your Hips

You.

That's what they want
So give it to 'em
The real raw fabric of us.