I Write I write because once I’m done I don’t want anyone owing me a dime for my thoughts. The only truths I have ever known have been on Paper, The stuff that makes the world go ‘round, Hearts beat, men speak, wars brew, and women can easily be persuaded with Paper. I write because, quite frankly, I am the ****, I mean, I must be if media moguls work paper millions To shape, change, and control my mind, Hoping I’ll know any and everything but the truth. I write because folks like 2 change the rules 2 the game, try to stop us before we can even dream of playing. Then, got the nerve to try and cover that **** up, Offering us some sorry ***, second-rate-white-washed-textbook propaganda. Like starting a 400m race with a 200m head start, bragging like they did something, and then lying about How they did it, Hell naw! I’m gonna force feed these lyrical facts Documented from the front lines of injustice down the canal of every ear I can find ‘Cause folks need to recognize the face of hate I’m trying to save your ***, so you ain’t gotta get on the news ten years from now, Whining and crying about semi-automatic machine guns magically appearing On the wrong side of that white picket fence So you don’t have to be horrifically silent at the discovery of “Hail Hitler” propaganda hidden under your son’s bed. I’ll sacrifice my life on this mic before I let my brother Die, And stand by, twiddling my thumbs, like I don’t have a thing to say. I write because I love Love more than Love loves itself Every breath in my body is a freedom fight against ****** stereotypes, assimilation anthems, and those flowery terms that mask racist ideals Keepin’ it real, Not afraid to get in that face, expose that ignorance before you And you can get mad if you want to, But the Holocaust wasn’t brought to and end by silence Bet your bottom dollar the death seen in it was a direct Result of cold lips.