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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