By: Brian Taylor
Go in the box. Vote in a box. Choices in a box.
Boxed in and locked. Future been blocked.
Lines have been chalked, bullshit been talked.
Promises been balked, Katrina been stopped.
FEMA done been stopped, aid done been stopped.
Homes are still lost. Lives are still rocked.
Cops, they still pop; then they still walk.
Even when its caught, on the internet.
How sick can it get? You aint seen shit yet.
Wait til the stocks drop….
In the summer heat muthafuckers dying.
While the wealthy eat, muthafuckers dying .
In the winter cold, muthafuckers dying.
While debt is sold, muthafuckers dying.
In heavy rains, muthafuckers dying.
While they destroy grain, muthafuckers dying.
From curable diseases, muthafuckers dying.
While they do what they pleases, muthafuckers dying.
We don’t matter, Free don’t matter to top hatters
on top of ladders. Our clothes tattered, our people scattered,
our spirits battered, our brains splattered, our dreams shattered,
our team shattered, all this data’s, got me madder.
Wish our movement was fatter than Kongs bladder.
We gotta get pissed, demand and insist.
Read what we’ve missed. See what we’ve missed.
Raise a fist…and resist.
Drown our fears, with metaphorical spears
The place is where? Here! The time is when?
The time has been…
now for some time,
time for some rhyme, to break the mold,
break the hold
the system has
on our minds,
and break it cold
and shake the old decripid form
and shake away its social norms.
Cause ignorance, they profess to be bliss,
but so much less than freedom is.
Wage raise fights, Wage slave plights,
Black rights battles, immigration fights,
Same page fights, whole nation rattles…
Vote for Bernie Sanders? vote for Hillary?
Man you killing me with that nonsense
Where’s our memory? Are you kidding me
Do their bidding B? They ain’t feeling me
Though they cleverly serenade us verbally
And fraudulently claim their deep concern for me
Ain’t NO power like a million feet
on the concrete,
We don’t need a seat
at your table, we taken the street
We taken the sheets off heads and burnin em
And when the time comes, we taken the heat
Cause we tired of taken crumbs while small sums get meat
Our slums replete with abject poverty
We need sovereignty, not electoral novelty
This is from depths of my pectoral cavity
Weighed down by the gravity of ancestral captivity
Walkin head high with built in humility
All I ask is that we use our ability
To change thangs for real, and dispense with futilities
Like capitalist parties and social dem similies
They dress up like sheep, but they wolf-ass enemies