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    BLIND RAGE (BLACK SAGE) A.D. 2011

    Projects

    I have a singular purpose

    now God is with me

    can't no man be against me

    I'm prepared 2 live and die

    4 what's written on this page

    BLIND RAGE

    BLACK SAGE

     

    Witness the destruction of the Black Age

    brothas on the rage

    reactin

    2 the shellackin

    of black heads crackin

    in the ghetto

    no place 2 go

    devil takin the souls

    of those

    who walk 2 slow

    gettin blow

    4 the show

    one gram

    hell no

    key-lows

    of death and destruction

    witness the corruption

    as black heads go slam

    against the walls of injustice

    prejudice

    2 the back of the bus

    we miss

    words spoken long ago

    takin about action

    but our reaction

    is 2 damn slow

    YO

    dig that silly azz knee-grow

    watch he head go

    blow

    pipe heatin

    semi-circle seatin

    brain teasin

    reachin

    2 release

    crackle

    goes the crack

    like cracker-jacks

    the prize

    inside

    it lies

    no surprise

    death of the black man

    from Africa

    into Christianity

    even Islam

    the boat floats

    no damn joke

    cargo of humanity

    no damn hope

    4 a world makin slaves of its own kind

    deaf and blind

    2 the words of the Father

    so

    why bother

    2 save the children

    they must save us

    4

    in God We Trust

    on dolla bills snatched from the poor

    while in warehouses we store

    food 4 the gnats

    and rats

    2 enjoy

    see a little black boy

    shot in the head

    public is mislead

    that future King is good as dead'

    so

    I struggle 2 remain

    sane

    extrapolating words

    from my mem-brain

    ya neva heard

    spoken words

    while I decompose in the belly of the beast

    God once said the most

    shall come 2 the least

    no son

    that day hasn't come

    so I cannot cease

    see that crease

    in my timeline

    from Akebulan

    to 3/5ths

    from King

    to undefined

    mind trackin 2 a horrific crime

    who am I

    what is my true name

    am I blind

    why can't I go up yonder

    when did up yonder go

    below

    the polluted flow

    of the Harlem River

    can I ever hope 2 deliver

    like Hughes, Hurston, McKay, and Cullen

    a new Harlem Renaissance

    the flowering of Negro literature

    perfect apiture

    take a new picture

    way up in Harlem

    once named by the Dutch

    as such

    the Netherlands

    damn

    can I now demand

    the Together Lands

    when I clasp my hands

    in prayer

    all in black love

    when push come 2 shove

    nothing can compare

    the devil may care

    but he don't know

    when like Pac a rose grow

    outta cement we come prepared

    can I LIFT EVERY VOICE AND SING

    TILL EARTH AND HEAVEN RING

    a new unity

    a new community

    a new diveristy

    a new university

    a new verse to be

    written

    by the hand inspired by a black mind

    can I SIEZE THE TIME

    no rewind

    just fast forward or play

    only pause

    4 the cause

    can I release my black rage

    become a black sage

    not a man for today

    a man 4 the new age

    2 uplift

    with this gift

    with this riff

    with this mental spliff

    with this Sudanese, Bajan sand I sift

    with this continental land mass I shift

    with this black lunar phase I drift

    into a well stocked mental armory

    and RING WITH THE THE HARMONY

    OF LIBERTY

     

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    • 1 February 2011
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