At night,
The Storm is the Dawnbringer -
Right now,
The Storm is this bomb singer -
Tryin to make the peace linger
In this kind mind of mine shackled by high fines,
Rampant fear mongered and pills in white lines
It’s a sign of the times,
I’m stuck in vestibules,
Cuz my doctor got no time to see the destitute.
And if you don’t take your meds they arresting you
When you up against the wall and nothing left but to shoot!
But no, I must maintain.
Or else they stand to gain,
One more black man locked up in iron chains
I’ll never be sane
And I think I don’t want to be
One more monkey shaking limbs of the money tree
The situation? Can’t you see how they punish me –
Every time I’m denied the mere right of just running free?
They look down and see faces,
We look at assholes in their places
Might as well be faceless
Which for them is more basic
Cuz we’re moved about in numbers
SSN, ID, and ip’s by the hundreds
Is this really what we wanted?
Were we ever consulted,
As to whether we would work in life constantly insulted?
Verbally assaulted
When the creditors calling,
But before they hang up: “There’s a sale at the mall and
Bring your whole gang up”
Time’s changed what?
Still no right to dignity –
Even in a suit they see a young dumb pickanny
But why do I care
Or let it be iggin me
Since I still like to blast my Rakim and Eric B.?
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Submission Name: Return of the Storm
