Power to the People

Power to the People

Power to the people!

We are gathered here to unravel,

The master plan for the masses

Justice moves swiftly as molasses

Let's uncover the lies untold,

before the casket's close

You see, I'm just speaking on what I know...

The dark man who stands brave and bold

Lays cold arms fold,

Sunday best dressed

He mirrors the coward who's lost in life

You see, that's the desired mold.

Conspiracy theories are all we're left with,

Left wing? Right wing

It doesn't matter, the truth still soars above our head.

Born and bred, in the land of the free!

Where everything is for sale.

Well we sailed across the sea just to see

Nothing is free

They'll leave us, floating in the well...

Pennies tossed for thoug...

But I'm Not A Poet

This girl told me I'm not poetic.

And I don't understand why.

Maybe because I don't have long dreads

Ripped jeans, old revolutionary T-shirt with a vest.

Or or, maybe because I'm not a brotha with a full beard

360 waves, and no cross around my neck.

You know, the ones who talk like thissssss

And and, says deep stuff like thatttttt.

But what she doesn't understand is

Those deep words

Are meant to dive deep inside her

Mind, her heart her soul and grab hold

Tight! Real tight!

And pull a deeper

Almost prophetic understanding about the man that stands before her.

But I'm not a poet,

Why?

Is it because I don't use alliterations

Like, Love's longing lover is Lust

Lost in translation.

Lamenting over the lies

Do you feel, my frustration?

Are you seeing, my il-Lust-ration?...