Sunday, August 17, 2014

Don't Shoot!!!

Black bodies swinging like of old except these are left out in the streets 
Not even the decency of a sheet to cover the shame of yet another death 
Another injustice masked as self-defense by an over-militarized police force 
Black bodies shot down like animals for the coming slaughter 
Black minds, black times, feels like the 60’s seems as if society hasn’t progressed any 
Guess that’s the price we paid, when these new slaves spoke us into our graves 
Saying massa, everything is ok, we’ll peacefully be led astray 
We’ll let you set up shop, make a couple billion and leave us with slums not worth fixing 
In America, Black men are expendable, black women are disrespected 
Because they took the black male out of the picture and made the corporate government the daddies 
Maybe a change is gonna come 
Maybe the songs we use to sing will ring true one day 
Thing is I’m tired of waiting for one day 
I’m tired of waiting for a change 
I’m tired of waiting 
To finally see the revolution that is eminent, but cautious 
Tired and weary 
I’m tired of these revolutions that last a couple of days 
Motherfuckers with short term memory telling us it’s ok 
It’s not ok for our babies to die 
It’s not ok for our women to depend on anything but God and us 
It’s not ok for our men to be exterminated 
I bet if I yelled self-defense before killing a person my black ass would be under the jail my ancestors built 
Yes, America you are hell and jail 
When a shell can determine life or death for me on a daily 
When my daughter flinches at the sight of police 
When I constantly have to explain myself 
Can’t even be me 
Change did come to America 
They no longer wear sheets 
They now wear uniforms and suits 
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2014

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Truth usually kills the Messenger

I had a love affair with music, was supposed to marry her but she strayed 
She became this thing I detested and loathed 
Used and abused by useless fools who didn’t know her worth 
She was raped 
Paraded around like a clown 
They stole the essence that embodied her soul 
When the people started to think too clear 
When the people started to rise against the machine 
They decided to dumb her down 
Make her take molly and calm the fuck down 
Then they told her to turn up 
Let’s make the people dance and forget when we were taking a stand 
Music made us too powerful 
So they had to dumb it down for the dummies 
Still believing that what they are spitting is real 
Constantly selling your soul to the devil 
Pulling the strings of the puppet behind the mic 
Money, cars, clothes and hoes, buying from rich motherfuckers who hate your soul 
A trillion dollars down the drain as we continue to stunt and shame 
We should feel ashamed when our rich get taken by fame 
Telling us to lift ourselves up by our bootstraps 
When some of us don’t have boots to wear 
Just cause a few made it don’t mean all 
It simply means their souls were cheaper than mine 
Cause I’d rather be blind, deaf and dumb, struggling for the last crumb 
Then sitting with crooks sucking the lifeblood that my ancestors died for 
We made you rich America, through blood, sweat, and tears 
You received the ultimate handout 
Free labor 
I don’t care if they come kill me at the door 
I’ll tell the truth once more 
We were raped, pillaged and sold for grain 
Struggled to gain a foothold in the rain 
Then as usual, when we become too powerful 
You gang up on us 
Tune our ears to nonsense 
Music saved us once 
It can do it again 
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2014