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

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