- Mar 19, 2001
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Been gone a minute
incognito
wore the mask to blend in
soul still blak
still hanging bush posters on the block
to show who the real gangster is
to show the leader of real criminal biz
wiping the blood of dead children off
ghetto street concrete
still shedding trears for those gone
to ensure my spirit is complete
still spitting that prophetic ****
like that man standing on top of
the Statue of Liberty tip
still walking around with my blak fist in the air
cause a brother is thorough and I just don't
care
still squeezing the fat cats jackets until
all the oil wrings out
screaming like T.I.
so "Bring 'em out, Bring 'em Out"
still political as hell when I write
but can break down that Love thing
for moods at midnight
can drop a haiku or free verse when I need
maybe a cinquain or sestina indeed
still grabbing mics when the stage is open
standing tall and representing for all the
strong brothers/no time to be a token
still vandalizing deaf minds with sound
with a boom bap or soul clap when it's time to get down
still giving the hot foot to the new jim crow
and most definitely to the new negros
got 'em jumping around and doing the harlem shake
the truth of words will make a fool shake
Still combining nouns and verbs into a whole
new language / verbal diction decisions have sentences
gang banging / trying to annex paragraphs like the U.S.
is doing Iraq /
still keeping things righteous because I am that
man blak.
(c)2007 blakverb "a quik write"
fam, old and new what's been good. It's been a minute. Always love.
incognito
wore the mask to blend in
soul still blak
still hanging bush posters on the block
to show who the real gangster is
to show the leader of real criminal biz
wiping the blood of dead children off
ghetto street concrete
still shedding trears for those gone
to ensure my spirit is complete
still spitting that prophetic ****
like that man standing on top of
the Statue of Liberty tip
still walking around with my blak fist in the air
cause a brother is thorough and I just don't
care
still squeezing the fat cats jackets until
all the oil wrings out
screaming like T.I.
so "Bring 'em out, Bring 'em Out"
still political as hell when I write
but can break down that Love thing
for moods at midnight
can drop a haiku or free verse when I need
maybe a cinquain or sestina indeed
still grabbing mics when the stage is open
standing tall and representing for all the
strong brothers/no time to be a token
still vandalizing deaf minds with sound
with a boom bap or soul clap when it's time to get down
still giving the hot foot to the new jim crow
and most definitely to the new negros
got 'em jumping around and doing the harlem shake
the truth of words will make a fool shake
Still combining nouns and verbs into a whole
new language / verbal diction decisions have sentences
gang banging / trying to annex paragraphs like the U.S.
is doing Iraq /
still keeping things righteous because I am that
man blak.
(c)2007 blakverb "a quik write"
fam, old and new what's been good. It's been a minute. Always love.