For Huey and Bobby

As Huey looks down upon us what does he say? What's going on with my people, why don't they cease the day? Brother Man stand up, stand tall stand for something or for anything, you will fall.... Does the Man having you so trained that you can't turn away? Are you so blinded by the red light in their eyes that you can not see the darkness in which you live? Can you release the slave from your mentality long enough to alter the fate of your own Reality? Can you not Re-Learn that which you were taught about your people being sold and bought? I have a question for my Catholic friends, why again should we Repent for our sins? what if Rap Brown got elected to government or if Cleaver wasn't so militant what if Nat Turner wasn't a rebel and a leader or if the great Huey didn't pack a heater but sported a white trench coat with a collar or if Marvin Gaye didn't make you wanna hollar? I wonder what Bobby would say Looking down at the world today? Brother Man stand up, stand tall stand for something or for anything, you will fall !!!! find those truths that escape your mental which were not coincidental.... Brother they were monumental those truths that were hidden were not detrimental..... Brother they were fundamental cause without those clear images which have now been distorted the next Dr. King was one of those babies aborted re-Learn that His-story that you were sold about the days of old so when they tell you that Panther lives were ill-spent, tell them, thats until they stormed the government!!! should I Repent for myself? Repent for allowing the Ignited Stakes to shape and mold me into something that they can control Repent for allowing democracy to yield before it crossed my threshold Repent for saying that the Revolution is old Repent for the mind I sold? But still I wonder what they would say Looking down at the world today Those Brothers saw the light of change with Revolution flowing through their veins While flying high with black heroes wings Creating a reality out of "Negro" dreams

Don't Shoot the Messenger

Dear Bill? Can I take the time to let you know what's on my mind. Take back your soul and maybe even make it to heavens door.         I know that you're busy up there dictating         the needs of our nation         with oil dripping from your palms,         carrying out foreign policy with children         starving in our slums,         and defending your good name         when it's you who deserves the blame. But I still wonder, with so many people displaced, how in the hell do you keep your place,         stand the taste,                  or show your face. Don't get me wrong, this is not hate mail for the power which you hold, and Not a letter bomb, but it's truth will explode. I am not the scope'd gun that killed our Reverend, The thrown switch that sparked the chair, or the night stick that I must fear. I don't shout         Democrat or Republic,                  Communist,                         Idealist,                                  Racist,                                         or Terrorist. I cry against    The Police Brutality and Injustice       that your eyes don't see,          the Gun and Drug Infestations that live and breathe,               and the Political Greed on which you feed. Feast on this: The Answers to the Questions you Fail to Ask Yourself, Stand,   naked as the products of the policies you ponder in pestilence, Scream,  from the rooftops of the structures of our ghetto neighborhoods, and Fall, victim to homelessness when our economic walls fall. Oh shit! Now I can relate, We're the terrorists with which you won't negotiate! Not God's people, you and me, but me enpoverished while you run free. You Bastard Child, Spider Freak, looking through his web of deceit, With promises as far as the eye can see, and screams you hear but refuse to see.