Quickly swallow this elixir of non-life
Feel the life diminishing into faded phases
Of days spent toiling for nothing more
Than the great get by
I don't think this is what Talib had in mind.....
I'm losing it....
Between shrieking butterflies
Drum beating staccato in my chest
There is not enough penance in the world
For the pain inflicted on derelicts
Left like war torn Vets
Searching for the secret to Atlantis at the bottoms
Of mystery bottles in brown paper bags
Silent eyes have borne witness
To the horrors of children suddenly transformed
Into lost in translation terrors
Torn between bombed out homes and ground zero streets
The sound of feet never touching concrete
Just the burn of the bullets ripping the air
Unearthing screams from lungs as unanswered prayers
I was there....when virgins were sacrificed
In the temple of thugs for phallic domination
Double penetration....one entering the evil
One receiving the evil
Forgive them Father for they know not what they do
But crews will crucify you for daring to dream
Outside the yellow tape and chalked lines
I know kids that do a limbo with their lifelines
How many lifetimes does it take to un-make a slave?
The cruel tutelage of the system
Seeks to make victims out of minds unrefined
Infant mortality mixed with misinformation
Their first taste of lies comes with fairy tales and nursery rhymes
The people help purport the lies
Never teaching you to realize with real eyes
What the third eye detects
Lessons always learned in retrospect
Neglecting to elevate past the illusion
Treating truth like its an intrusion
Radi-hoes and tele-devised schemes trick
With your eyesight and eardrums
When the beat drops....the images stop
There is only the numbness to the pain
Denial feeding your addiction to the fiction
Deemed reality
I need something more than knowledge whores
Storing facts like papers stacks
With the intention to withhold and oppress
Treating injustice like an address
Convenient to mail order your madness
Still reviewing the same issues
I suggest you renew your subscription
My convictions thrive from this place
That hates the state of stagnation
Watching generations stagger like unstable staircases
From the womb producing basket cases
Basking in the face of futility
Bodies becoming utilities
Vehicles for vampiric victimization
For blood suckers of the poor
How can we ignore
The war scoring our own hoods?
Bartering our souls for devalued goods
Constantly complaining about the situation
Showing no initiative to change the conversation
Or the station where we find ourselves positioned
I'm on a mission to do more that scribe
Revolutionary rants
But sometimes I can't help but want to
Chant Babylon down
Its hard to envision with blurry vision
I can't swallow another moment of acceptance
I've got salt in my mouth
& Blood in my eyes
A soldier's mentality is to never surrender
It's the Year of the Dragon &
I might not return in November
But as surely as I sit here
Know that if these are the last words you hear
I'm willing to die for freedom without fear
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Have you not heard that your word shall be bond regardless to whom or what? Yes, word is bond, and bond is life, and I shall give my life before my word shall fail. - 11:1-14, 120 Lessons of the 5%
~~~This isn't my poem, but I loved it when I read it, so I thought I'd share it with Gaia. You can find the original at: http://www.assatashakur.org/forum/poetry-throw-down-conscious-spoken-word/23610-salt-my-mouth-blood-my-eyes.html
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