first off: fuck you willie lynch
not to be admitting that you actually exist
but to drown out the proverbial stench i distinctly can trace from you to me
over the past four centuries
second off: i have to hand it to you
not as in round of applause
but here take these gauze
apply it to the schism you and those other masters' decision created
while we bleed continuously
im surprised were still even here which conditionally speaks to the perseverance we possess
we're standing at a mirror looking at the open wound as crimson blood pours
babies cry at tightly closed doors that were closed before they were ever conceived
martin had a dream but now he's gone and the white men gloat
raising taxes closing schools
damn we need an ID to even go out and vote
the fuck?
been past nine pints of blood;
that was about 600 years ago
we should be dead.
yet you had us trained, willie
lets teach these here niggas how to survive under the guise of forward progressivism lets put a deep voiced black man on the television help them save money show em what progressive gets them
while we sensationalize the ghetto porno-vision these artists and videos feed straight to the souls of the kids
black ice said it best the music
so much more addictive then crack is
and we still bleed
we still bleed for that 14 year old mother who has no other ways to provide for her 2 year old then to sell her body to 52 year old 52 strokes at a time
abandoned by the 19 year old who bleeds for his 33 year old mom who told him
that lil bitch aint pregnant she lying take these lil stupid girls pussy and when they start crying tell them to get in line we lying
to ourselves as we bleed through our polos and gucci belts and retro jays
we bleed through the gold chains watches and clutch perse bags
we bleed through the designers other people tell us to look at
we bleed through the seams of them versace jeans
we bleed through the seams of all these pointless clothes they trendsetters tell us are hot
ha that white republican whos voting for romney got his whole fam decked out in clothes for 2 hundred dollars at walmart
while we bleed
but i got a little soul tape
i got a little move to make
this education something they tried to take and i bled for my future
my mom's tears at the prospect of my pain dried at the prospect of my ascension to a little clear adhesive
nowhere near enough to close that schism willie brought up but its enough to keep moving through these tough times and false movements
see i know where the fix is but right now all i got is a little soul tape
apply it to my heart pump the breaks
at them fools who try to persuade me to not follow these dreams i speak
i gotta little soul tape
to that dude who looked me in the eyes and told me "dont be a teacher, what do they make?"
word? give me two years and ill someday make your son a better man cuz you a fake see this education...
my soul tape
divine lines to the skies ethereal wings to the beings we aught to be
im tellin these kids come roll with me
i need some more mentees
soul tape betterment of our communities soul tape better female role models for these misguided young girls
soul tape making education trendy soul tape here i got the dispenser its me
