Sunday, October 30, 2011

Funny(us) Serious


Does a clown really smile 
And if so why does it have to be painted on
I can't imagine being paid to get laughed at all day long
Some things are funny to me 
Like a guys who missing a shoe string 
But what if its found around anothers neck who decided that his life should be cashed out
 he tied it on to his bed and the other to his neck and jumped out the window 
With a suicide note 
He rhymes so the only line is a punch line
"Now I'm on deck" 
But here's the joke
The man who committed suicide 
Dies and left the man with no lace his place and everything in his name.

Sand Castle



Deprived by our own ingenuity 
As a slaved named Tele I asked:
"How did the white man come to rule me?"

"I'm sure the light man had a plan but we pa,  we bright man and here first
Ma said we knowledge come from above the stars.
So why is it its our skin that carry scars, from beatens that these monsters have traveled from the easterns to deliver?"

"Paw answer me."

Engraved in our kind are the tears and blood that enslaved our skin
But along with that carries the resilience and willingness that freed our kin
This is where my generation begin.



Monday, October 17, 2011

Black Hoodies



Enslaved
By the chains we latch around our neck
Pay attention to those in graves;
Our history shows us what's next.
I rather walk with no label than be falsely accused and arrested
I plan on successful returns on all my investments
Yes I'm only half
But I'm fully apart of this struggle
And in a line up
I'm sorry to burst anyone's bubble
They'd probably pick me as well....

I never had a father to grow me into a man
That was my own rumble
Now I'm standing tall
Taking it all.....
A lion in the concrete jungle
With a heart of stone toward
Anything that isn't straight forward
Maximum attention is paid the to minimal subliminals
You know the white criminals who get reality shows
Or the black criminals who still gets hung after serving fifteen to twenty on death row