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)
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)
The worst thing about prison, when you’re forced to stay. To wake up inside, and the fear goes away. The worst thing about prison, when you’re forced to submit. It kills you inside, and you never forget.