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    FIGHT 4 THE POWERLESS

    Powerless

    yo cee emm

    cee eee oh

    dont think because i am in a self emposed exile

    i forgot to file a report

    fight the power 

    here is my retort...

     

    usta blaze the mic

    wensday night

    on the  hour

    but my mental was out of wack

    so i had 2 fade back to black

    and reconsolidate my black power

    was doin too much chittin and chattin

    though i am a black sweet suga daddy

    i was never daddy mackin

    my ladies much respect

    hear the drummer get wicked

    while yo brother dee comes correct

    too much face time while life was bookin

    arrogance made my soul get tooken

    let the devil exorcise 

    my  righteous diatribe

    when i wasnt lookin

     

    ignorin the spinnin wheel

    life was  spinnin around

    didnt utter a sound

    when a read a little girl

    was raped downtown

    so i made an appeal 2 yahweh

    the god of fire

    to be  a warrior for the powerless

    is my only desire

    god said dont you know i made you a warrior

    not a pretty poodle 

    who love doodle 

    like fate hangs on yo noodle

    i need real warriors

    the more the merrier

    dee you aint a basset hound

    sniffin  around

    you are a pit bull terrier

     

    locked the child molester 

    on  my dee pee esss

    7 years lock down

    until he is released my soul wont rest

    finally he is out on parole

    actin like a changed man

    but he dont care about 

    the soul he stole

    he supposed to be under megans law

    then why is he in the park

    watchin  2 little girls playin on the see saw

    i rolled up and dragged him

    in the underbrush

    you satan hush

    put the garrote  round his neck

    no scent 

    no  prints

    no motive 

    no  suspects

    never been about who is the baddest

    or the best

    a real black man fights with black power

    4 the powerless

     

    battered and bruised

    cant even dial 911 on her cell phone

    an abusive husband came home

    talkin ..ish and broke both of her collarbones

    people hearin her screams

    ignoring her plead

    her life flashin before her eyes

    while  she slowly bleeds

    on my life i will live

    2  see all you dont ask 

    dont tell bastards burn in hell

    righeous rage takes control of me

    as my  chest swells

    takin the steps two at a time

    brother you wanna be bruiser 

    now pay 4 your crime

    ignore 

    that dude  cryin on the second floor

    if i hear this ..ish again

    betta  believe i will come back 

    and give you more

    paramedics yall gotta come fast

    my sister is gonna be alright

    but her man  got two broken collarbones

    broken ribs

    and a cell  phone 

    shoved  up his azz

    yahweh

    god of  fire i manifest

    usin black power  2 fight 

    4 the powerless

     

    landed secretly

    in  tripoli

    drink khaddafi

    like  a cup of coffee

    when i bring the triple dee

    i supported you during that trial

    for h i v

    when it was reported foreign medical students

    infected 400 children purposely

    now i am hearing they were freed

    an arms deal 

     for an appeal

    but those childrens fate is sealed

    now after all this time you startin 2 make noise

    time 2 separate 

    the men from the boys

    tell me brother what kind of man

    would bring this ..ish to the forefront

    while the world is joinin together

    prayin for those lost to the earthquake 

    and  tsunami in japan

    actin like another johnny come lately

    yahweh 

    should i stay 

    or  those still in need of help in haiti

    god says go my son

    i got this one

    last i heard  a madman was on the run

    pure black blood 

    beating  in my ebony chest

    consolidating my black power 

    to fight  4 the powerless

     

    yeah..god dont change you

    he rearranges you

    i write about love 

    cuz i believe in  love

    but when push comes 2 shove

    you represent

    i wasnt heaven sent

    but with this will 

    and quill 

    i  set a new press i dent

    no hole  in my soul

    no vents

    black smoke rising

    till i die  the black warrior i represent

     

     

     

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    • 24 March 2011
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