And the dream continues....
Slave Narrative Number 2
And they drove us deep in the heart
of the hood. They held us inside of a school.
To think that I used to call some of these people
my friends. I feel like such a fool.
Some of us began to cuss and complain as the
shackles about our feet made us trip and fall.
All of a sudden, I heard a gunshot...
BAM!!!!
Oh my God! They just splattered that man's
brain all against that wall.
And the one with the smoking gun said, "Now, shut
the he!l up. Don't you people have any sense at all?"
As we sat on the bare floor, trembling, one day
seemed to fade into the next one.
So weak, living off of stale bread and water
praying for the misery to be over and done.
One morning I awoke to find a note hidden
in my pocket, written in blood. It read:
They're using us as guinea pigs, testing some sort
of drug, putting it into our water and bread.
There is a plan in motion. But it will only work if we
stick together. Stay strong, don't lose your head.
If we put our trust in God, as well as in each other
there's a chance that we won't all end up dead.
And as I allowed my poetic mind
to take me away
I composed a verse in my head,
and I heard myself say....
Can't see the forest for the trees.
Looking at the leaves, vibrant and green
Each individual oak,
is all you've ever seen.
Can't see the forest for the trees.
You hear the string section's
strong, piercing melody
But cannot seem to hear
the entire orchestral rhapsody
Can't see the forest for the trees.
You see your mother, and you
claim to recognize your father too
Now is the time to embrace the entire
Nubian family that surrounds you
Can't see the forest for the trees...
Can't see the forest for the trees...
Can't see the forest....
Slave Narrative Number 2
And they drove us deep in the heart
of the hood. They held us inside of a school.
To think that I used to call some of these people
my friends. I feel like such a fool.
Some of us began to cuss and complain as the
shackles about our feet made us trip and fall.
All of a sudden, I heard a gunshot...
BAM!!!!
Oh my God! They just splattered that man's
brain all against that wall.
And the one with the smoking gun said, "Now, shut
the he!l up. Don't you people have any sense at all?"
As we sat on the bare floor, trembling, one day
seemed to fade into the next one.
So weak, living off of stale bread and water
praying for the misery to be over and done.
One morning I awoke to find a note hidden
in my pocket, written in blood. It read:
They're using us as guinea pigs, testing some sort
of drug, putting it into our water and bread.
There is a plan in motion. But it will only work if we
stick together. Stay strong, don't lose your head.
If we put our trust in God, as well as in each other
there's a chance that we won't all end up dead.
And as I allowed my poetic mind
to take me away
I composed a verse in my head,
and I heard myself say....
Can't see the forest for the trees.
Looking at the leaves, vibrant and green
Each individual oak,
is all you've ever seen.
Can't see the forest for the trees.
You hear the string section's
strong, piercing melody
But cannot seem to hear
the entire orchestral rhapsody
Can't see the forest for the trees.
You see your mother, and you
claim to recognize your father too
Now is the time to embrace the entire
Nubian family that surrounds you
Can't see the forest for the trees...
Can't see the forest for the trees...
Can't see the forest....