Acirema! A cry for Unity!
America’s million-man march was not televised…
Not televised like My Lord Jesus when he was crucified
Nobody is stopping the presses today whomever they slay
Just keep praying for life to appear before you like a late episode of Happy Days
Gone astray from Massa’s whip equipped our minds with proper propaganda
We each one teach one
Entertainment gigs bloomed, assumed we finally got a piece of the pie
Relied on a math crafted for fun
Laugh everyone the camera is candid
Demand minorities produce… they call a truce
We spend they rent, don’t’ relent your idea
Don’t have backbone like Madea
Flee the whip, bust down that glass wall
Bust in that glass door fly through that glass ceiling
Quit acting as if you are too cute to be cut
Quit sitting silly with a sprinkle of your Massa’s bling
Too much pride and too fat a check
To let your people know we are not as free as you think
The lie has gotten so old it stinks
That the waters your great grandfather’s drank taste sweeter,
Than the bottled swallow laid comfortably by heated tweeters Beat me down like 60’s Bronx…
Flaunt my ice pop my Cristal
Massa’s cold steel fits all of my brother’s wrists
Still we fight ‘cause after all we are rich
Like that hooker working and jerking from 2 to 10
Stretching up a morning yawning
Snoozed and snoring through noon
Assume the mornings pouring but oh my darling
Clementine sold that dandy for that candied nose
She wrote her own prose taming her song with rhyming O’s
Like dominos she falls for Uncle Sam’s peep show
Here’s the Negro w/ more cash than poor white trash
He can eat, he can sleep, and he can work
He can eat, he can sleep, and he can work
He can eat, he can sleep, and he can work
Some Negro took time off for the struggle
Rapper’s got jerked for work
Got work in Hollywood
Who sent them goods? Who signed that check?
Who called you hood?
Who winked that eye on American?
And said I wish you would…
Freedom is what your mind deems
Cream controlled…Cash Ruling Everything Around Me How did making money become so funny? Hilarious
Greedy grins come equipped with grills and shiny trends
Bends the light we work strife and kill our own
And completely stopped visiting granny’s tombstone
Left your own stepping stone…forget being taught Love.
Forget so often you couldn’t remember her face
From the aunty that died on last September
Remembered my brother’s face and the bad taste in my mouth
We saw something
Granny got old running for something
Even with Altzimer’s she reminded us we are Loved
Some argue that we’re other
And couldn’t have been had by a mother
But rather in a mind frame of color
On a canvas of an order and segregation enforcers
Did that great Love of a GRAND-mother reach her grandson’s daughter?
Let’s ask her?
Katrina, little black girl where did you sleep last night?
Where did you eat last night…what is your big gripe?
Catch your answers in top flight security…
Protecting whose interest?
Whose race comes first?
Whose demographic dispersing poisonous airways?
Whose…dropping down diseases bringing people to their knees?
Katrina became that sleaze with a bad rep
Reputations across the nation
New Orleans had their Negro placements
But they never took J. Edgar Hoover off the throne
Never got Hitler off the phone
Shot Martin Luther King Jr. off the throne
People saw his dream among the stones
Gandhi’s body was battered a bag of bones
For the place he would claim to be for his own kid’s home
Now compare a Pick to a fine tooth comb
And ask Katrina if she think they will take her home
Can’t make us a home
Can’t break our bones w/ labor
A dollar will do you till the scales tip
We snort, we rip, we cool we grip Caddy’s
Got daddy’s money…now being poor is funny!
Everywhere you go you’re slaves… Clock, don’t watch me watch TV and they tell you to…Clock!
Watching us flee the scene who’s calling the cops?
Who’s roaming the blocks watching who’s not punching a clock?
Abraham Lincoln’s civil war, who’s calling the shots?
Who’s punching the clock…whose clocking the rocks?
Who fell asleep on a high thread count sheet and twill socks?
Who fell asleep in concrete cages and animal slops?
Nah, America’s million man march was not televised!
Until we conform to the storm and be born free
A new culture is born and we count our ki’s
We bank our green we please our boss
Though the cost of your soul may trace your breed
How fast we flee, they saw that need?
Bounced you a ball and had the balls till say chuck-em’.
Our women would gold dig to the pigs come bust-em’.
A few decades ago they’d hand the women too.
Hang your sons and hire someone else who’d sweat their due.
Who wrote these diabolic rules to hate?
Make no mistake…A Loving God caused a vicious plot to dissipate.
America owes black people more respect than minimum wage and a hot plate.
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