The Evolved Amphibian
- Aug 27, 2010
- Civil Eng.
I first heard the last poets album entitled the last poets in my teens. This cut changed the way I thought about poetry.
Wake Up, *******
Night descends as the sun's light ends
And black comes back, to blend again
And with the death of the sun
Night and blackness become one
Blackness being you
Peeping through the red, the white, and the blue
Dreaming of lost black civilizations that once flourished and grew
HEY! - WAKE UP, ******* or y'all through!
Drowning in the puddle of the white man's spit
As you pause for some drawers in the midst of ****
And ain't got nothing to save your funky-*** with!
You Kool fool - sipping on a menthol cigarette 'round midnight
Rapping about how the Big Apple is outta sight, when you ain't never had a bite
Who are you fooling? Me? You?
Wake up, ******* or ya ALL through!
In Uptown, two roaches are drowned in each other's piss
In Downtown, interracial lovers secretly kiss
While junkies are dreaming of total bliss
Somewhere in the atmosphere, far away from here
Beyond realms of white dimensions, gathered by suppressed intentions
As their CRIES, cries, cries go unrecognized
Except by their keeper, the Grim Reaper
"SAVE ME!, " a corner you shout, as the lights go out
'cause you ain't paid your 'lectric bill
And the rats and roaches move on in for the kill
As your lips struggle the drain, that last drop from the wine bottle
And you roll snake eyes, never to realizing that you BLEW it
WAKE up, ******* or ya all through!
Sitting in the corner with your minds tied to your behinds
Bonafied members of ******* Anonymous
Never knowing which way you're going - pimpin' off life
Turning tricks to slick *****, with candy *****
"All masses are being held for the late, great Blackness... "
YOU ******* UNDERSTAND? ! UP AGAINST THE WALL
Black Maryland farmers, or we’ll blow you away
And you'll never live to see the light of day
And the nightstick, the nightstick it glides GRACEFULLY upside yo' head
That's right, brothers and sisters, YOU the living dead
But the **** crows, and the night goes
And it saves your *** in the nick of time
As you wake up and you start to find
Yourself, laying up in bed - scratching your *** and head
Trying to remember where you recall this familiar nightmare
That always leave you feelin' blue
But you still can't place, The Man’s face, as hard as you try to
HEY! - WAKE UP, ******* OR WE ALL THROUGH!
And a thank you!!!!
These bruthas was on it...I like the one ther call "The Corner" they did with Common.