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