I tasted nature and then learned to organize
Yes my eyes have tasted nature succulent beauty
And its skin
Was as soft and filled with more lovin’ than
A fat kids mamma home made krimpet
So I had to find the murder of it, nature
In hopes of finding it
I went there (outside the convicted systems home)
Sat there (debating its reason of being)
And stayed there (for I knew what they did)
And I now know what they are doing
Making us work harder by
Stepping on the backs of others as if we were
Trying to recreating the pyramids
But instead of bricks we would use blocks constructed from oppression
And what would we receive?
NOTHING?
Nothing at all, but a better seat
On the already partially submerged Titanic
(A symbol for or country in it current economic state)
See…
Know really look hard
Because although you look your eyes are close to the injustices set before you
Open your eyes and behold these systems,
SET
In place by our "non-brother & sister"
Now when I say our "non-sisters & brothers"
I don’t just mean people that are of a different color but those
That is opposed to us organizing for change
See we know that there is nothing wrong about the system it does everything
EVERYTHING
That is set up to do
See these systems are the un-discriminatory William Lynch
For is does care for your texture but how many assets you have assets to
AND we have issues
Issues that make the selfish of kings go and provide a weeping willow with a tissue
I know…
Liberty and justice is a splitting couple
And to them I would write a love song meant to relight the flames
That had been diminished be the rulers of hatred
I have nothing left to say to them (liberty and justice)
"I miss you"
(Tears wiped from my face with a tattered cloth used to wipe the blood from my battle systems)
I would continue
Just as the Egyptians awaited Moses
And the village people of that kingdom in Africa awaited the return of their KING
SIMBA
I would wait
Because I knew that it is not the person
But rather the difficulties that are placed in front of that person
That decides what side of the battlefield they stand with
See "I will survive,” said one soulful sista’
And for the creators of our difficulty to feel or pain
They must not only walk in our shoes
But they must also become well acquainted with our sacrifices
Be it,
To stave…or to feed your child
How selfish are we not to give the remainder of our food to a feast in their honor
(For those dumb founded that’s sarcasm)
It is time for a new nation
A nation filled with poor Blacks, Hispanics, Chinese, Arabs, Caucasians,
And others
That is to say
The poor must become as unified as a race
Filling it in on every single government application
Their nation
Must fall and from it we shall reclaim the marriage
Of Liberty and Justice
And again becoming their children
So to you my future in laws
I say lets unify…and than organize
KCD (AKA Khalif Dobson)