The Battle

Mon, 11/11/2013 - 18:55 -- sb.222

They lookin' at you with those shaded eye
The dark rings around there eyes
The white scalar screaming out while the finger jousts
With a pen and writes down
The fate for all those of the dark colored cloud
As they perform in that hatred service
Don't let that discourage your black courage
Accept the fact that change takes action
Because Malcolm X and Martin Luther King didn't speak for their health,
The words that lifted a people
Still resonate in low tones in the
Old bones of the Civil rights movement,
A time in which colored people where at the bottom for having a
Copious amount of melanin
See we settled before then
Yet still we settle now!
After the war on color
This soar uncovered, blistered and agitated
Shaken now by the brother calling his mother a nigga'
Its not the mother of your birth you curse
Its the mother of anticipation
The womb from which, we all exist
History is this.
This who, this when, this where, this now
Uplift the fallen with the hope of a new day
A new day true if one is to say
May be the same as yesterday
Yet hope still applauds fame for its the name hope seeks
New days with new minds and, new ways to combine
Assimilation is what they say will destroy a mind
But honestly....who hasn't assimilated with other races
With the pendulum of a puppet masters final act
As it approach a dangerous depth
We fight back with no aim
And no target
We hitting all with or without name
Mowing down our comrades
With nothing more than metal and will,
And as a people we give every other race the bill
The fault is never ours, never our burden to handle
Like the handle of a 45 after hittin' a girl in the store standing by that Jesus candle
Tattoo blame on your back and hope on you chest
Put pride in you mind and lay hate down to rest
Bare what has been done
But change what will be
'Cause if we really get in crack now - and I'm talking about them book
Maybe everyone wont look at Blacks, as simply a race of coons crook

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