Read the poetry
By Andre Austin
If you walked in my shoes
Man you would just know my blues
I bring good news for those that accuse
I put the water on the fuse; Now happy is the Pews
Ears and Eyes now can see
Two, double Zero and last of three
Shall bring we and sometimes me
To a thing called Free; the way it was meant to be
No more words of attack; whites or blacks
Or talking behind each other’s backs
Hold the rope of hope and give it some slack
A new year of peace no one gets whacked
Mr. E the test I think you got a pass
Your skills on par saved your ***
Art recognize Art for the most part
Don’t let anyone take it apart and use it for darts
Very talented and I’m impressed
Prince said, “Let it go” and I’m not stressed
So welcome to the ghetto
You can keep the war on but I’m on new things
The Bee traded for honey in place of scorpion stings
They wouldn’t have complained if I was ignorant to the games
Or If I didn’t have an effect
But when my Net takes their gain
The revolution will not be televised videotaped reject
I stay invisible but never miserable cuz I see
They think I’m dangerous so I stay off TV
If you could of seen my smile
You could never say I was cold no not my style
I’m cool cuz I’m Hip
Love is on my lips
But all I get everyday is these slavery whips
If I ever got a microphone
Or a tree for my books
People would be shook
All lies would be buried like bones
They thought I was a Cat
So in my sleep was fed a Rat
My life was plotted for death with a wooded Bat
Also chased a flying fleshing eating Bat
Cats with nine lives stay alive
And along with not one but nine shots
The Market exchange of food from pot
The hole in my stomach lost its knot
I got the bomb guess what it’s a pen
The war is over when I say When
And so its near its here my dear no need to fear
Peace declared in this New Year
I’m not afraid to die I know the sky
That’s why I don’t have to lie
Blacks robed of their history
We Ghost wrote for Moses and Jesus in our own mystery
Stolen legacy from the banks of the Nile
Its cut in stone or in a papyrus file
Read too many books that’s my real crime
That’s why I’m invisible for this period of time
If I was mediocre
I would have never caught the attention of:
The Media, Morons, Mecca, Masons and other M’s too
They are afraid my manifesto of the trial papers is true, true
Will free all of the melanin crew
And the true veil of the true Madonna
Trade falsehood away and accept whats true
So I conclude the lynching starts in the schools
Its not a secret but a clue
And now its posted news
Now you know the partial blues
Misdiagnosis intentionally crafted to break the rules
Trying to put me in permanent cement shoes
Telling it like it is cuz I’m no fool
Cuz if your cool your in heaven of shades
Escaped the boiling waters of fire in Hades
Where is the center
Its top for saints its bottom for sinners
By Andre Austin
If you walked in my shoes
Man you would just know my blues
I bring good news for those that accuse
I put the water on the fuse; Now happy is the Pews
Ears and Eyes now can see
Two, double Zero and last of three
Shall bring we and sometimes me
To a thing called Free; the way it was meant to be
No more words of attack; whites or blacks
Or talking behind each other’s backs
Hold the rope of hope and give it some slack
A new year of peace no one gets whacked
Mr. E the test I think you got a pass
Your skills on par saved your ***
Art recognize Art for the most part
Don’t let anyone take it apart and use it for darts
Very talented and I’m impressed
Prince said, “Let it go” and I’m not stressed
So welcome to the ghetto
You can keep the war on but I’m on new things
The Bee traded for honey in place of scorpion stings
They wouldn’t have complained if I was ignorant to the games
Or If I didn’t have an effect
But when my Net takes their gain
The revolution will not be televised videotaped reject
I stay invisible but never miserable cuz I see
They think I’m dangerous so I stay off TV
If you could of seen my smile
You could never say I was cold no not my style
I’m cool cuz I’m Hip
Love is on my lips
But all I get everyday is these slavery whips
If I ever got a microphone
Or a tree for my books
People would be shook
All lies would be buried like bones
They thought I was a Cat
So in my sleep was fed a Rat
My life was plotted for death with a wooded Bat
Also chased a flying fleshing eating Bat
Cats with nine lives stay alive
And along with not one but nine shots
The Market exchange of food from pot
The hole in my stomach lost its knot
I got the bomb guess what it’s a pen
The war is over when I say When
And so its near its here my dear no need to fear
Peace declared in this New Year
I’m not afraid to die I know the sky
That’s why I don’t have to lie
Blacks robed of their history
We Ghost wrote for Moses and Jesus in our own mystery
Stolen legacy from the banks of the Nile
Its cut in stone or in a papyrus file
Read too many books that’s my real crime
That’s why I’m invisible for this period of time
If I was mediocre
I would have never caught the attention of:
The Media, Morons, Mecca, Masons and other M’s too
They are afraid my manifesto of the trial papers is true, true
Will free all of the melanin crew
And the true veil of the true Madonna
Trade falsehood away and accept whats true
So I conclude the lynching starts in the schools
Its not a secret but a clue
And now its posted news
Now you know the partial blues
Misdiagnosis intentionally crafted to break the rules
Trying to put me in permanent cement shoes
Telling it like it is cuz I’m no fool
Cuz if your cool your in heaven of shades
Escaped the boiling waters of fire in Hades
Where is the center
Its top for saints its bottom for sinners