Re-Run

Dear Black Man

Dear Black Man,

I hope this reaches you in great spirits, like the ones of your fathers

They built roads over the bones that we use to travel on everyday

And now we rush to the plantations, except they got computers now,

We facebook you, like you’re far away from the land that they took you! And your kids are grown now

And it seems they forgot

They once called me God when I nurtured them from my breast

That you lust when you see me hips spread like the ocean,

That they dragged your Queen over, shackled her in chains and collars and now your sons won’t bother

Left us raising Kings on our own

Praying the streets don’t suck him in, auction him off on them blocks he stands on

Everyday I shed tears for you I recall when you were royal

When you would die for your Queen

The children revered your every step, and it’s like we have nothin...

How To Raise A Queen

They asked me,

how can I raise a Queen

when I’ve never been one myself?

Low self-esteem

Had me sleeping with more than just one

Counting 5 kids later, with fathers on leave

How could I conceive

or grab the essence,

of such a royal presence?

To teach a child watching

With a brain like a sponge

When I’ve plunged into

hell and came back with demons

ran with heathens

and whores

and had to fight them too.

They ask how can I possibly

Without awkwardly

Being hypocritical

Teach a girl to be a Queen

without it seeming

fictional.

When I didn’t love myself

Till my health compromised

And I couldn’t be myself

So I wore a disguise

And guys would take advantage

I spent days getting faded

How can ...

Strange Fruit

It's been a long time since the lyrics were written.
In the late 30's when it was normal for lives to be smitten
in the deep of the south, don't pass the borders.
When daughter's were raped
and it was just a thing
body's swinging from branches
in the warmth of the Spring
I think I'm tired
ole girl can't take no more
looking at strange fruit
the roots have been torn
Oh Lawd
they killing us,
out in the open
blood pouring so thick
like the pic-nic
nick picking
cotton don't grow here!
father's don't come here
tears feed the vegetation
and it's sad, they ignore the devastation
on stations and channels
TV programming
I'd be damned if my daughter falls victim
they damned
and to hell with them too
they scream Black Lives Matter
but I don't know if tha...

Before They Let Me Save You

They would see me dead before they let me save you,
break you out of the spell of those that enslave you.
They would literally send me to my grave
before they let my words inspire you
but I still chose to be brave.
Speak thoughts of mine
from the mind
of the Creator
guide you to the right path
make you walk a little straighter.
They will fill your head with garbage
before they let me set you free
vilify my image
to keep you struggling and pillaging
They would literally see to it
that they continue the abuse
before they allow for my words
to untangle your noose.
Keep you waiting on a ghost
to avenge you with his rapture
keep you captured and obtuse
keep you confused.
They will keep you sedated
a zombie or robot
slander my name before you take heed
and place my body in a plot.
, I'm telling you man<...

Like Sheep

Thou hast given us like sheep
appointed for meat
and hast scattered us amongst the heathen
breathing in lies like oxygen
Oxymoronic, living dead
dry bones in the valley
probably never come to life
But I
am Ezekiel prophesying
Hear the words and rise!
Crucified
like the one risen
Horus, Krishna,
Osirus, Mithra, Jesus!
Hear the words and rise!
disguised in flesh
yet I attest
You are God,
children of the Most High
open your eyes
I see,
you're asleep at the wheel
playing follow the leader
lead into the slaughter like sheep
Reaping
the consequences
Quenched thirsts are momentary
monetary delights replace
knowledge unsought
truth untaught
equals history repeated
Kings defeated
and Queens dethroned
They said the Lamb of God
is the light of the world...

Do You Know What It's Like

You say you understand,

you feel the pain

have immense remorse for all the lives slain

you want to stand beside us

fight for the cause

but it could be your guilt

looking for an applause.

You say damned if you do

and damned if you dismiss

so if you speak the truth

then answer me this...

do you know what's like

to travel across seas

far from home but your not feeling the breeze

and your stomach won't hold because you don't travel like this often

trapped in a space no bigger than a coffin?

Can you feel the oxygen leaving

the pain just from breathing

to your left, a corpse

to your right a body seizing?

Scraps for food

forced to fight to live

and the only thoughts you have

are of those of your kids?

You can't understand the language<...

Drinking From One Cup

The night is still

quiet

all except the rain beating against my window

sound of the breeze

whistling through the trees

yes the night is calm

only missing one thing...

Fresh from the shower

water beading off my skin

peanut butter brown

Shea buttered down

the smell of jasmine and eucalyptus leaves

no radio no TV for me

tonight

on this calm night

I can feel the wind has found its way

through the window slightly cracked

and the smell of the rain

has got me slightly relaxed

just chillin

in an old t-shirt

in my room

where

I have no use for panties

Shea buttered down

on this peanut butter brown skin

of mine

feeling so divine

in a candlelit room

I reach over to grab

my glass of red wine

Shot Back

It got peaceful once,

on a cold day...we held hands to stay warm.

But have yanked our arms away pulling fingers out of the socket.

We used to smile at each other singing songs and chanting "Justice!"

No longer did we have to lace the perimeter with peppers and salts,

confusing the dogs trained to rip the flesh from our limbs,

but those days are long gone.

No Malcolm to teach us, no Martin to preach hope,

just confused children, marching in the street.

Searching for justice, screaming "f*ck the police!"

and it seemed to me no one cared, they justified the murders,

creating excitement when they said no indictment.

And it happened once, twice, three, and four times.

Like an order was given, but those souls have risen,

and are recruiting those left to avenge the lost world.

Avenge the murder of the dead little g...

Re-Run

Momma, tell me what I see is an illusion, tell me why we still fighting for our inclusion?

My skin is brown and they hate me, what have I done,

To make them so filled with hate? They want me to bury my son.

It’s like a re-run

Tell Junior make it home before dark

If the sun sets on his skin, he’ll feel their jaws like the shark

They told me it wasn’t them, their ancestor’s sins

But I can see the resemblance, it’s hidden in their grins

The same smiles they wore staring at black carcasses hanging from trees

And the streets are still burning, three thousand degrees.

Tell me that we’re not still marching for the same fight

Assure me that my father will make it home tonight

In this land of the free, and the price isn’t cheap

Like the Movement meant nothing, still being put to sleep.

And it hasn’t yet ...

Lost

I’ve turned cold on the inside,
Like the lost black mitten, buried in the snow
And I am buried too, black and unseen
Frigid and hard, waiting to be found
Or maybe hiding from the world
From the hurt and the scars 
From the lies and deceit
Maybe digging deeper in the darkness
Trying to find my home in the bleak, bitter, blackness
A world full of nothing…silence and wounds
Loud screams of muteness, I think its safe here,
Here where no one can find me
No devils, or demons
No eye scorching light
And yes its cold here, freezing even
But the cold has numbed me, made me blue
Yet I’m preserved, in this wintry shelter
And I cant say for sure whether I’m lost or if I’m hiding
But either way no one comes searching or looking in the cold
In the blackness, in the hurt, no one hunting in the pain
Searching for me in the ...