Yes, we could say that it could be worse
But to just sit by and accept it is even worser
Unless you are ok with the way that things are
With us being driven to take it out all on each other:-
We seem to be at ease with taking out our frustrations
Each other murdering ourselves and getting the chair
In thanksgiving for helping our oppressor’s in their
Declared hopes that our threats be no longer there:-
We long ago accepted and understood their syndrome
Relayed to them from Stockholm but can’t grasp their own
Oppressor syndrome that’s killing us out of house and home;
Oh it’s not about rapping and rhyming time but awareness
Of these self-inflicted murdering of yours and mine crimes
That’s daily decimating us while the oppressors laugh with glee
At how they have legitimately introduced a new form of slavery
Of guns rather than chains to have control over you and me:-
Oh don’t get me wrong for they have always taken out those
Of their own who disagreed with what the hell was going on
But that was their minority not the dark-hued of our own
And now they’ve put together a gun-based syndrome
Empowerment to mercilessly take out our very own
False empowering us with a deceptive drone
Guiding us to destroy the power we’ve won
That modern-day slavery can move on:-
There’s so much more that I could say but
I don’t want to insult your intellectual way
I’m just an old Griot that’s waning away
And just trying to share the wisdom
That’s been divinely sent my way
On this sojourning blessed day
Trying to write an old rap
Before my coming nap:-