hold
fold
bluff
Muhammad Raheem
-You laugh because I’m poor and black and funny. Not the same as you because my mind is dull and dice instead of books will do. For me to play with when the day is through. I am the fool of the whole world. Laugh and push me down. Only in song and laughter I rise again. A black clown. Strike up the music let it be gay. Only in joy. Can a clown have his day?
Ayala Solis-Reaño
the real world is in my real hands is behind your real eyes is pulsing from your real heart, and the shockwaves are making my eyes roll to the back of my head
Evea Apple
no justice
1. We want freedom. We want power to determine the destiny of our black community.
2. We want full employment for our people
3. We want an end to the robbery by the white man of our black community.
4. We want decent housing, fit for the shelter of human beings.
5. We want education for our people that exposes the true nature of this society. We want education that teaches us our true history and our role in the present day society.
6. We want all black men to be exempt from military service.
7. We want an immediate end to police brutality and murder of black people.
8. We want freedom for all black men held in Federal, State, County and City prisons and jails.
9. We want all black people when brought to trial to be tried in court by a jury of their peer group, or people from the black communities, as defined by the constitution of the United States.
10. We want bread, housing, education, clothing, justice and peace. And as our major political objective, a United Nations-supervised plebiscite to be held throughout the black colony in which ant black colonial subjects will be allowed to participate, for the purpose of determining the will of black people as to their national destiny.
the brakes
A mother gets mugged by her crackhead son
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
You're in the wrong part of town so the shots make you run
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
Your best comrades put six tabs in your o.e.
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
Your boyfriend made you a carrier of HIV
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
You're in the wrong part of town so the shots make you run
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
Your best comrades put six tabs in your o.e.
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
Your boyfriend made you a carrier of HIV
"That's the brakes, that's the brakes"
women
she forgets who she is-
she could be so small, like a whisper
eaten away by outwardness
in love with herself but-
it is you she wants to love
she could be any women- and the opposite too
with her hands stroking or maybe strangling-
her intentions are half interred
she could have you thinking silence is what she wants
but no answer is loud enough to know for sure
when you walk she is drifting-when you sleep
she is sinking
but you can never catch her
you remember those types of women
Marie, Sandra, Patricia-they move like shadows
in a candle lit room
hiding behind names like
Devine, Penelope, Talvikki
full of the intention to be loved but-
full of hatred to her crowded bed sheet
with your name painted on the sides
Of space rockets-most men dream of conquering
you
they hate how you melt their resistance in
a timely fashion- it is your night to burn
however you choose-
now do it again.
morrison
Blood boots. Killer storm.
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances, &
new music
Everywhere followers accrue
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure
Fool's gold. God in a heaven.
Where is she?
Have you seen her?
Has anyone seen this girl?
snap shot (projected)
She's my sister.
Ladies & gentlemen:
please attend carefully to these words & events
It's your last chance, our last hope.
In this womb or tomb, we're free of the swarming streets.
The black fever which rages is safely out those doors
My friends & I come from
Far Arden w/ dances, &
new music
Everywhere followers accrue
to our procession.
Tales of Kings, gods, warriors
and lovers dangled like
jewels for your careless pleasure
stealing us
I stand on the corner of the block slinging amethyst rocks,
drinking 40s of mother earth's private nectar stock,
dodging cops, cuz' 50 be the 666
drinking 40s of mother earth's private nectar stock,
dodging cops, cuz' 50 be the 666
and I need a fix of that purple rain:
the type of shit that drives membranes insane.
Oh yeah, I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
that free my body and soul and send me like Shazaam,
never question who I am. God knows,
the type of shit that drives membranes insane.
Oh yeah, I'm in the fast lane snorting candy yams
that free my body and soul and send me like Shazaam,
never question who I am. God knows,
and I know God personally,
infact he lets me call him "me",
I be one with rain and stars and things
with dancing feet and watermelon rings,
I brings the sunshine and the moon,
and the wind blows my tune.
infact he lets me call him "me",
I be one with rain and stars and things
with dancing feet and watermelon rings,
I brings the sunshine and the moon,
and the wind blows my tune.