Monday, September 9, 2013

Equality's Fault


What if Jesus was white and Ronald Reagan was colored
Would the sun be the moon and what is now land, be water
If time was not real and space had an end
Would the animals be god and men graze the lands
What if truth was of no value and hope was never needed
What if we didn't pay taxes would the government still need us
What about the millions of dollars used to campaign for the politicians, 
That amount of money could pay salaries and purchase groceries and cover many school tuitions
If a child refuses college, the world turns its back in scorn
If one buys into the system, then must we all
What about dreams being fulfilled
And no more sick patients dealing with the stresses of hospital bills
Money seems to play god
Money seems to be the devil
Never mind the wickedness of the world
Never mind the revolution story of the rebels
If a rebel I am, then a rebel I will be
But I will fight for the rights of all men to be free
To be treated fair
For equal opportunities
All blood bleeds red and all hearts beat to somber psalms
Injustice is injustice 
Yet they're never punished for their wrongs
They point the finger
But the fingers show who was really at fault 
What if Jesus was white and Ronald Reagan was colored all along. 


Sunday, September 1, 2013

Colored Souls

Ring around the rosie
Tried to beat the nigger out the old me
Burned me to ashes
Existence no more to be
The harsh life of a colored man
God gave me this color man
Playing God gets you in trouble sam
Couldn't be bothered so I ran
Seeking truth
Seeking substance
Seeking the basics
Caesar is the devil
Lies lead to displacement
They claim I'm getting blacker than the tar
And these pot holes are the scars
Being black is an art
Until you let them see the blackness of the dark
They want what they stole
And tell me I have to pay
Political injustice for a kid just trying to make a name
Jesus paved the way
Yet they set you in moral decay
I'll become as black as night before they take what's mine away
Perhaps the harshness of life are my own people not accepting me
Half breed
Half soul
Just 23 chromosomes
Yet I'm the loudest to let freedom ring
When you become God, then you may judge me
From the dust we arose
To the dust when we decease
I can't get down with the man
I have to be me
I can't be down with the man
I must remain me
I can't be apart of the man
The man doesn't believe in free.