Slam poetry: that magical mix of rhythm and rhyme.
But they got’chu quiet They program your voice Automate your decisions And tell you it’s choice You can go to the store
Who would have thought being darker then my peers could be the cost of my demise. Who would of thought being black could be the cost of my downfall. I wanna rise above it all but the world just wants to see me fall. What do I have to do for the world to see me as their equal. They way the world seems to hate us, it was only a matter of time before we’d hate ourselves to. I look at myself in the mirror and I see a man with something to prove. Its sad we feel that we can’t excel in life of the skin we were born into. A prejudice thats been decided long before I was even born. Is it the nappy hair, is it the charismatic smile, is it the way we hold our own even though our worlds spinning. The world will look me in my eyes, see the confidence, see the intelligence and try to destroy it.The world rather murder my soul than cherish it. It just goes to show how valuable we all truly are. You don’t try and destroy something that isn’t a threat to you. Black is beautiful, it’s nothing short of gorgeous. From the beautiful skin to the mind of a warrior. Sometimes you have to let them win some battles to win the war. Your perception of me shouldn’t be determined by how dark I am compared to you because the truth is that very same “black man” would run through a wall for you. How is it fair for you to judge me just because I don’t look like you. If you looked at me for what I am on the inside I promise I just might surprise you. Look me deep in my eyes, I promise I’m capable of love to.
Type caste system arch villain chillin’ like Ivan The terrible chemical weapon describin’ The end of the world vibin’ lionized Mayan
He offered to play a game Didn't know it'd be such pain. He toyed with my mind And, though it was out of line, I couldn't bring myself to stop him,
Either bow or take heel All revealed Is secured Just as soon as you yield to me, Lay down the sword And return to your homes
You know I’m the vengeance Directing The reckless Infestive Obstructive destructive Despondent injection Obsessively restin’
My conscious persona No longer exudes Fragmentation of self There is merely the one And the love that eludes him
Long ago a creature Of a far more primal sort, Not fit to deem itself “a people” Lived a nasty, brutish, short Existence marked
You have to let the thinkers think The dreamers dream The speakers speak The schemers scheme The wolves among us feast on sheep
On the verge of total war When will you people learn How many children need to die How many have to burn Before we raze our flags in peace
My archetypal anima Could dream a billion dreams Yet none elucidate my psyche’s Shadow self-esteem It yearns to be made whole again
Try to understand There is no distance You can run No stoic mountains You could climb To harness gods within the sun