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

Adoration 

Your claps ring through to dude mean nothing till I need food

So if I can pays my bills I’m good

Break some off to my hood

I’d do it without approval if I could
I’d be the tree in the Forrest

No one hears but they fear

Speak so low it draws you further and near

To be clear I smear and slur my words

Make me shine like my gold

Slugs pace as I slow the race between the case and the bullet

Then I pull it like the wool and

You can see our true speed

Tempted by our greed tempted by your lean

To pursue more validity

Please one more thought

That I’m more than possibility and potentiality

I’m real

I feel

As I heal from the deal

Made in Paris

Could never be like Ferris

Instead I’m like Ferris

Round and round

Till the sounds are drowned and a crown on ground is solace for the mound

Of margins in our towns

So
As your claps ring through to dude

They mean nothing till I need food

So if I can pay my bills I’m good

Break some off to my hood

I’d do it without approval if I could

Cuz if I can pay my bills I’m good

Make the Grey Matter

Do you know how much it fucking hurts

To envision your grey matter splattered

So the black and grey matter

Clothes tattered gold grill fuck platinum

Can’t fathom how you hatch em

Catch em Screaming fuck America

Even when we ain’t knowing why we scared of her

White Lady liberty created for white babies to feed

We still waiting in line like a pick up waiting for our time to shine

Our nuptials never come

Find us in the margins with a gun little time

I would be sick and tired but ran out of sick days last night

Am I angry or am I just guilty

Making 100 stacks flow in so easily

Ask me why I’m so sexy

Patriarch mixed with some white supremacy

There’s no defending me and there’s no defending us

When the bust of success sucks so good you bout to go nutssssss