America

America

Land of the brave

home of the free

America in Iraq

fighting for "democracy"

terrorizing the "Taliban"

with hypocrisy

Yea I'm mad

but who told us not to be

just tryna live with my right to speak

Imagine an America where we were really free

to pursue life and happiness with liberty

instead left to pursue

that which cannot be

in this land of wealth

people die silently

health insurance is a business

and money is a body

people die out on the streets

while my spirit dies inside me

if this is freedom

please somebody hide me

applied for health insurance the other day

pre-existing condition

they denied me

just a few months ago

some niggas tried to rob me

but I can't blame them

infected with the same condition probably

chasing that American dream

and searching for what will not be

Politicians gettin' rich

people side tracked by technology

"need a new i-pod?

Buy one! it'll boost the economy"

"Darfur who's that...

"In Sudan? I knew that obviously"

Genocide on the west side

government killing us like Mugabe

indentured servants to complete college

come outta school with a damn mortgage bill restin' in your wallet

Bush calling Africa a country

and for the lack of knowledge

People gettin' killed for a nickel

trickled down

from the 1% holding the wealth royalty

like crabs of all colors in this third world barrel of America

we kill each other just to get a piece

"2 pennies for niggas and white trash 3"

genocide nearly color blind

killing poor you and me

we searchin' for that book knowledge

to make us free

open your eyes America

it's apparent

what needs to be

get riled up America is in need of revolution

we got a first amendmant right

to shout for a solution

"by any means necessary"

don't sit back and wait for an Iraq conclusion

pointless wars need to end

we need a real war on terror now

ignoring it

is the real weapon of mass destruction'

don't sit and wait for change or the same damn thing

when we need to do something.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

I want to be a Creator

An expressive changer of the world

I want to paint red yellow and blue

Write in all colors

To make it acceptable to the eyes of a Black girl

I want to tear off the rusty chains of mental slavery

A doctor or lawyer is not all I want to be

I want to inspire

People and whole countries

Of people who look like me

I want to free the Jena 6

Mumia

Black Brown people

I want my people to be free

But who will give me the mental funds to emancipate

This modern day slavery

Mama I don?t want to be no school teacher

I don?t really even need a P.hd

If you ask me what I want to be when I grow up

I really just want to be free

I don?t want to make no loan to continue being

All we thought that we could be

Working for somebody else continuing

All that has ever been

A first Black so and so again

I want to write to paint to shout

To tell the world

Black people

There?s more than assimilation

I want to be a creator

Of Black mind emancipation

Tell those ?nappy ?headed? girls at St Joes

It?s ok to look like we

Tell the Black child in public school Abe Lincoln has yet to set us free

And when they dream great dreams there?s so much more that we could be

Than Westernized Black believers

Of a false American dream

Mama you said when I was growing up

To be all that I could be

And most of all

After 23 years of being Black

I realize

All I want

is to be free.

Multiple Personalities

may've made a mistake

but I can't stay flippin

see I once was two people with one name

'till I changed my name from Worry to Forgiven

and I used to fight myself

over my wrong made decisions

and I used to make me cry

and feel like I was the the epitomy of sinnin'

and Worry used to say

you should have listened to me in the beginning

and each time I lost I blamed me for not winning

and each time we spoke I'd only find myself cryin'

and Worry made me sick

each time I was in my presence

and I couldn't shake

the situation that was at present

cause each time I tried not to think

Worry gave the pain presidence

until I appraoched Worry with stiff hesitance

after avoiding me for some days

disillusioned to a daze

I looked Worry in the eye and said

Look I'm gonna continue living

and I stood up and said to me

child you are Forgiven.

Fucked Myself

fucked in the dark

must be what I deserved

ask him to cum

it's what I said

but not what I meant to be heard

fucked my pussy now

he's probably fucking hers

but I fucked myself by askin'

shouldn't ask for shit

you say you "ain't havin"

never did this before

but to hurt

it don;t need to be a habit

perhaps I'm not numb

but feel too much to notice

nope really I don't deserve this

so I surround me with my arms

and clutch myself

instead of someone else

even though I think I'm hurt

well

I fucked myself

God Within Me

I used to see the sun rise in his eyes

I used to watch the sun set waiting for his arrival

I used to count my tears dropping beside me on my bed sheets

I used to long for someone's love to comfort me

I used to bound myself

in his shackles

while still asking to be free

I used to search outside of the walls of me

from man to man

hoping he'd carry me

stuck on the verge

of waiting for him to marry me

didn't realize that my God is too divine to be sharing me

and in this frame of mind

he's open my world for my eyes to see

the places I was made to touch

and the life mine was made to be

I no longer search either far or near

not waiting for him to find me because He is right here

My God I did not notice that he has always been my sunrise

and when I look inside I see his reflection in my own eyes

and one day I know he'll bring me a companion

that will be

worthy of the blessing that has always been within me

Everybody Has an Untitled

Sometimes I fly to nonexistence

get on my knees

and be cryin' and repentin'

askin' God how long is my sentence

sometimes it feels like I'm just delusional

like this life that I live

is delusional

sometimes I find sanity

but I lose it though

so I'll just sit back and relax

guess 'till my change be coming

and stay here in nonexistence

''till I think of something.

Strength

I searched for Strength but could not find her

she hides in murky waters

in morbid crimson fires

in the sharp of the sword

in the teeth of a lion

in the perserverance after survivin'

the drowning

the burn

the cut and the bite

I found Strength

in surviving

my life.

Follow Up to "Playing With My Pussy"

I stopped playin' with my pussy yesterday

after I only mildly came

took my lubricant and through it in the drawer

it just ain't been the same

I stopped playin with my pussy yesterday

and lost my need to cum

sucked up dryer than a pruned plum

it just stopped being fun

guess I realized in my fantasies

that I was the only one

and stopped tryna fill my voids

by feelin' my pussy with my fist and the knuckle of my thumb

Yeah I stopped playin' with my pussy yesterday

and realized that fuckin' myself wont stop the lonely

I want more than my pussy to know me

so in some freaky twisted way I stopped playin' myself

and cappin' my head up to get a fuck

and decided to get to know myself

without gettin none

and then maybe if me and I get to the point that we know each other better

perhaps I'll give me some.

Cocaine

Lately my minds been tellin me it's about to rain

I whip out my umbrella

and breathe in life like cocaine

I hear the silent melodies of my name

and I'm on a high

fuck cryin'

fuck goodbye

I am flying

no I'm walkin' on the sky

if I see him on the street

I don't even shrug my shoulders

I just tell him to come over

blow him a kiss

tell em

ain't no drug sweet as this

I give him a whif and I let him go

gee I thought it was about to rain but it's lookin sunny though

I think I'll go outside

and take me anotha puff

thought I loved that nigga

but niggas ain't enough

riding life

takin' it in like huffs

and forget about the pain

addicted to life

like fuckin cocaine

Educated Colored Girl

I'll be that educated colored girl

you see looking colored in sweet like cinnamon and honey

some may look at me funny

cause I am not accustomed to this atmosphere

if you see me believe me that this is some thing to fear

some may snear when they look at me

noticing how "that nigga's happy to be here among us lack of coloreds"

but I smile because I am pleased

dressed down in God's beauty and 1 and 1/2 degrees

thinkin' Whitie please

sailing cool and calm as autumn breeze

cause when I leave

I'll be gone

and I did not come here to impress

I'm just that colored girl addicted to success

settling for no less than a queen like I should possess