We doing the dayam thang – Ain't we? © 2004 IAMWHOAM1959 We sit with hands folded While our politicians get bloated But hold it! That doesn’t mean We can interrupt their meal at the Hyatt’s And though they deny it We get a steady diet of how they tried it Oh for sho they want us to buy it But despite how BET and others hype it I can’t keep quiet Cuz I know in my heart That - Mis educated men NEVER start riots And you know when they’re lyin Cuz their acts of defiance Seems more like compliance And their reliance On those whose guidance Is dubious at best - Yet, with amazing zest We settle for less And I’m reminded that in 65 brother Malcolm took slugs to the chest May he rest – May he rest But not in peace For even as his soul was released And before sister Betty could weep Two-faced traitors cheered at his defeat They made plans with the beast Which now have allowed our streets To be turned out by the enemy Those with eroding credibility But blessed with the ability To speak from both sides And Just like pigeons they’d Rather walk than fly So Instead of a nation of leaders We’re led by pretenders That fold like beginners Now as a result Paralyzed minds Makes us contenders - But we contend For the bottom of the food chain And the claims about our “historic” gains Have a similar refrain But still lame As our young run loose Like runaway trains And with us not knowing what to do Or who do blame So we sit with our fingers crossed Approaching the albatross As another revolution gets scoffed How many new ways Can we say yessa boss Thank you for the crumbs you tossed A further reminder That Unlike Bin Ladin; We don’t set it off But turn on the cameras and watch us floss But the flossing is done by Leaders that others have defined Leaders paid to remain blind Wasted minds Cause a nation of greatness to lag behind But it’s all good Cuz Eldrick “Tiger” Woods can play Torry Pines But in these last days an times Many are lacking spines As 8000 elected Negroes Fail to stop the dying, Every two hours more mothers are crying And even as I say these rhymes - even as I say these rhymes We participate in their political Tom foolishness With a long wish list As if - As if in exchange for loyalty We will be treated like royalty But instead it’s our casualties That increases exponentially So potentially What coulda been a generation of kings Don’s prison greens Now, what was that Martin said about a dream? Well what ever was inferred Is now deferred As we continue to slur Our great history Minds dulled by Hennessey Hoping for another Kennedy But our leaders sleep with the enemy Or is it me? I mean? What is it about this hypocrisy? That you fail to see When once we had dignity But now is our Affinity For spending sprees, smoking trees, leaders on their knees That has become our legacy Or is it complacency the reason we continue to plead? Cuz What hidden creed Did we read, and now believe That has us thinking One-day this system would allow us succeed I know in 54 Brown v Topeka said With all deliberate speed But I don’t think the intention Nor did they mention That we should the ones to do our own lynchin And I don’t think the law was meant to be applied So that we deny Or belie The horror of the middle passage And I’m reminded that on April 4th 1968 another great man was blasted One more ancestor left to twisting in the casket As the streets that honor his name And the streets that honor his name? Are known more for drug traffic Bodies in plastic Turn your head from the TV cuz its too Graphic Graphic depictions Far worse than fiction Another repast in the kitchen More mothers hearts rippin Statistics reflect we continue Slipping, but ego tripping, continuing to do the heavy lifting Swinging for the fence But still missing Take the path of least resistance Young ‘g’s caught up Headed for prison Another dead black child So what’s the difference? To be born black Still equals a death sentence So Is it a nightmare or a dream? For at night I hear the ethereal voices of the ancestors scream I wonder if we’d come clean? If confronted by the ghost of brother Malcolm or Dr King And perhaps explain How we now worship the bling And sold our souls for the sound of cha ching, ching how our queens Have become fiends Unloved and demeaned And that a white powder would become king And 10,000 toddlers will never hear freedom ring Another 10,000 will never live out their dreams And that day by day by day Black Genius is wasted on Another foolish scheme Or will we look them dead in the eye And say Look at us now We just doing the daymn thing!