Who will bleed for change: Ode to Jermaine McBean

They say who will bleed for change

As our streets are covered in stains

They say who will bleed for change

When they forced us to be their slaves

Still haven’t been paid a fair wage

They say who will bleed for change

When one in three still locked inside a cage

They say who will bleed for change

On our backs this country was made

They say who will bleed for change

Cuz we always turning lemons to lemonade

They say who will bleed for change

As they rip apart our homes

For a new Starbucks or maybe just a 4 lane highway

They say who will bleed for change

While they shove heroine and cane in our veins

They say who will bleed for change

While our culture is now their fame

They say who will bleed for change

Our best interest is what they feign

They say who will bleed for change

While hashtags keep preceding our names

They say who will bleed for change

Air or real rifle we a threat all the same

They say who will bleed for change

While hands covered in the blood of Jermaine

They say who will bleed for change

Cuz they’ll never know our pain

They say who will bleed for change

Cuz they know how much blood they’ve spilt for things to remain the same

Lorde’s Inspiration 

Pray to the lorde

Asking Audre are we

Ready for your truth

Why your words spoken so softly

Maybe the frequency is too godly

Change the station hoping

We toking smoke that can remove the chains from our brain

And our babies can be less enslaved

I would say free but that’s so foreign to me

For that which is in me has been a decree

For empire, anything but Babylon is just a dream

CREAM mixed in my coffee chased with some lean

To numb the mind to everything we done seen

Thumb through the fixed choices of things we could be

Erased when I dissent like I was never sent to be me

She who rise makes me free to deny the box of my confines

In due time as you do time to make due time

Who am I

I am

Ready to rise to the top like that of the crop

Hop or leap frog the naught not to ignore the knots that bind our thoughts but to undo as I go through my own run throughs

Who’s who when we come through

All contribute cuz all work has value

And dignity

I talk to you, you sing to me

my love for you it rings of free

Indistinguishably as it may seem

Slow it down let’s walk not run

Ears rung as we ring around the roses

The closeness as we dispose this

Which we been holding, bag men and ladies

Crazy how light we been going and how deep we been molding

Our future flight for our spirits

Even if we ain’t always in it

I know we always near it

Let’s clear it
Who are we

We are

The Dealer and the Fiend

I try to pass my self destruction

Like the eruption of the seduction

My elation of our ingratiation into intoxication got my annunciation

Disrupted so I tuck in the fucking and all the sucking

Cucking as I’m chucking my self esteem

I can’t live up to my self it seems

What do I chase the love or the cream

So keen to what the lean

Body means to the kidney

But I’m kidding if I’m thinking I’m living long enough to realize the meaning

These meetings just a waste for the fiend

Am I the dreamer or am I the Dream

Am I the dealer or something in between
I control your greed

And I won’t let you go

No way

You’re everything I need

Eat and breath

And I won’t testify

We the same

Let’s just touch the sky
Sell and buy spirit so I can say I’m fly

Don’t drink too much don’t smoke too much don’t try

I don’t cry cuz it’s stock fell

Till the rise I lie in the grind

I rise with the tithes/tides

Hoping a clear path to divine

Can wash these thoughts from my mind

Can’t just take it but want it to be mines

Boom

Delirium hide my tremors

When I pull the lever hope I get better

Maybe Johnson will make it wetter when I enter

You give it you take it

You taste it you eat it

You live it you hate it

You break it you made it
I control your greed

And I won’t let you go

No way

You’re everything I need

Eat and breath

Won’t let you testify

Who’s ashamed

Let’s just touch the sky

Thoughts of a revolutionary #28 – writer

She wants to be an astronaut because she’s sure there’s another world out there
And she needs to be there
Tired of inhaling lies
At buy one get one free fares
Shit ain’t fair
How our people fare
How our people don’t care
Or don’t know enough
Enlightenment receives nothing but blank stares
Yes of course to elevate it takes stairs
Steps in the right direction
But if you want us to take you home
We must all move in one direction
I know you can’t feel anything but fear
It’s okay we can’t feel we can only hear
But if we stay here
Soon we won’t have any exploitable peers
And tears we running out of those too
It takes a song for us to induce
Like a coma we pretend so well
I don’t belong here
I know you feel the same way
Catch this space ship with me
All it takes is to open your mind
Don’t commit suicide though
Just open your mind like a pair of suicide doors
I hope y’all feel this one day
And not something stupid I wrote

Hip- Hop

It’s a bright green day

Walking the boulevard of broken dreams

Unspoken, unseen

For so long they may seem

to never exist

So you work 9 to 9

As you try to survive

but day by day it continues to die

Since you stopped your climb

You’ve fallen so far away from the sky

The grind is what you find

Pursuit is what insues

the truth is within you

you won’t let it out for fear’s sake

Because with the slightest whisper it will disentegrate

Win lose or flop

You have to reach the top

You are Hip-Hop