They shoot me dead When they see my face They shoot me dead when I forget my "place" They shoot me dead When there is no sound They shoot me dead When I'm on the ground They shot me dead Whether young or old They shoot me dead to sadden my soul They shoot me … Continue reading Still Strange Fruit…(Never Forget)
Not easy to break something broken A city cursed with the plague of blood-Lust, Hunger-pains, and Raging-fires No-gains Momma-tears Gang-signs Steel-toys Chevy bubbles and dick boys ...Normality... Ordinary pains 98.6 degrees burns the evidence to ash so you never ever.....ever....ever know what really happened here Nobody from the outside really knows Lil babies born and … Continue reading Slaughter of the Innocents (A Chicago minute)
We grin when we hear our spirit manufactured for pleasures sake We even find ourselves moving shamelessly according to these false vibrations seeking something familiar, something.....true Yet you still look upon us an uncouth while we shimmer, pop, lock, and dance to shake away the pain we sing to empty our lungs so that the … Continue reading Still Wearing The Mask (Excerpt)
Mama's eye runs tears Mama's soul moves fearlessly In the face of fear
Acirema em barely alive in a post holocaust haze Post holocaust African Aushwitz, Alabama Bombs over Birmingham Schindler set up shop in Chicago and steam billows to the heavens (hallelujah!) while steel cools amidst the smoldering souls And in high places!!!! Ah yes, those distant high places… smoldering still, we eagerly await a benevolent cool hand reaching from … Continue reading Acirema em…..(post holocaust)
Dear Dad, this is your son, you know the one that you refuse. Mistakes you made are the price I paid, no love, only the blues. I waited for you throughout my youth, you never made a call. No birthdays, no time, not one lousy dime, I never knew you at all.
Subtle sounds whisper in the chaos beyond the glass The speed seems frightening in the midst of calm home is the destination broken yet beautiful but this moment right here, this moment is mine alone to capture, record, love, hold, squeeze.... its mine! So I squeeze the moment and record it in rhyme record it … Continue reading Stolen Moments
Existing in a world surrounded by beautiful noise the voices of youth laugh unfiltered and unashamed faces brown, light brown, high yellow, and bruised all shine with petroleum jelly accentuated by African memories touching, pushing, grabbing we are all on this journey trying to find something to feel such beautiful noise mama's yawn loud and … Continue reading Colorful Journey (By Y. Shabazz)