Bout Time

If only we understood 

Then maybe 

Just maybe we'd overcome the chance 

By doing more than fighting for chant

Ignited by a rant

We in thought...

But they already know

What we know...

Just acting like they know...

We've allow them 

Penetrate our minds

Don't mine the demeaning 

Of you sistas

On the filling of these coffins 

Strange fruit often

They use to hang on trees

Now that fertilize the green

Because we idolize the green 

Crazy how green and red 

Produces black

The very thing the world attacks

Yet it's the material they've stolen

That causes the elite to react 

Stomping out the brilliance of...

Our own hopes and dreams

Blinded by the world

To spiritual to recognize the beast

After all shipping continues the week

Soul on sale

With the selling of the weak

Come rich come, come all

Selling hopes and many dreams

Escaping like one acre and a mule

Reality is you've been sheep walking

Not aware you still slave talking

In a terrifying scheme 

Demanding equality

How can equality be demanded

When those demanding haven't be liberated 

Nigga you not even three fifths human 

Zero rights to to be human 

And you urge humanity to correct a system

That gives zero fucks

How the fuck you gonna grow

When these motherfuckers

Blinded my grand and made him fuck his mother 

When he himself was bucked into submission 

She birthed nations

Then raped by the nations

Scholars and warriors introduced from her soul

Demonized her spirit

Forced her to renounce her soul

She sends the the canes in a hurry

Just so the thieves can feel her pain

You sought reasons not to conform

Begging for excuses

When you've already conformed

Fighting with your last nickle

Your own will leave you penniless 

This is your social security...

Number....

But how many numbers did you count

As she, them, and they begged 

For the security of their freedom

Social visits led to cries in the night

When at dawn insecurities dangled 

Just be in a number that looked like

You and me 

You are indeed...

But you'd rather Smith and Wesson for me

Never truly realizing you 

We...

Us...

I'm supposed to be your brother 

Why you keep killing me

We are the alpha and omega

With us is the beginning 

And there can be no end

Without us...

Ah but in the passion I digress

Soaked in bitterness

Like you I'm heart pressed

Unlike you I've lifted this weight for to long

These aren't negro spirituals

These are olde songs

Meant to be hummed along...

Mama told the devil can't understand a hum

It wasn't the humming that scare 'em

It was the capacity of the tribes

The scribes of the future

Writing through struggles

That progress advances