For Battle, We Must
i can only think
ya can’t picture
in yo head
what i picture
when the same words
roll a long way
travelin so hard ‘n
just out they survivin coz
lectricty wunt made to be there
it don’t need us
the greed’s us
it sees us just ta
seize us
and what am i one-pound-brown-snow-flake
gonna do about it?
sit around an screw aroun it?
cus Jesus, it’s over
dey is no recover
when you try to set it straight
this is what it say
but we done this ten thousand times
long more n you have been alive
my momma and my poppa told me it was true
nobody with a brown even has a clue
they mexicans, the blackstreet ants,
they the reason people opened up ku klux klan
they always steal, rape, rob and kill
brown and twisted like the coacroach.
hear they crunch under yo feet.
This is what they say to me with words so loud
the sleep
and when those words have tagged me down
and, in my pure exhaustion’ it try to escape
those words that sear through flesh and bones
lay in wait among my night time beasts
and drones and it drones and it drones
