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We Hurt

11/9 is nothing but unusual
Tears and all black at America’s funeral
Somber procession through the streets of my city
While the south treat their sheets in bleach with no pity
Who’ll let the white majority condemn the minority?
Touting hate, fear and violence as the benchmarks of authority
They claim to own possession of the land that we stole
Yelling at the masses to sit quiet and know their role
And the cracks in the path stain pain in the mud
But there’s love in my people that flows thicker than blood

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He Wants To Hang The Artists

This to hold trial for a man who claims to represent our poetic spirit
This to stand in loud and unrelenting witness for the sins of the man we once revered as Cat
And I to bear witness to the fact that the man we know as Yusuf has broken my heart

Hate, hate, hate
unrelenting
In the name of your supposed day-drift deity
Claiming murder or something like it for the authors of modern exhalation
I’m finished with the pious, the respectful, the reverent, masked, do or die prophets
Fuck your fear mongering, fuck your false prophet promise and fuck your intention to tear away the strings of my connection, my deep seeded full breath of society FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU
I am whole
FUCK YOU I am the ephemeral well-guided friend of the lonesome many
FUCK YOU
I am the angel incarnate of the scared and sacred
FUCK YOU
I am
Your demon dream nightmare
I am the dark concept of your burned out American Dream
FUCK YOU
I am your jubilant smile pushing up your daisy,
FUCK YOU
Hate will not, and cannot rule
FUCK YOU
and your twisted, warped
notion of God…

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Home of the Ignorant

Visceral conception of freedom
Imagined on the paintbrush orgy palette of the American spectacle
Home of the red, Caucasian and blue
Expelled from a sinner’s womb as illegitimate children of Mary Magdelene
Throwing rocks and building broken barriers based on beautifully butchered reasoning
Tattoo pilgrims re-raping the darker poets across our past stolen landscape
We stand proud of our time tattered ideals, gorged with dogmatic zeal on poisoned platitudes
Bravely believing in the big brands of hate over the black and blue dignity of the disenfranchised everyman
We are all the passive bystander
The not-my-fault perpetrators of a civilization’s decline

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