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    RETURN

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    turn it up brother.

    dee cant still spyt with the best.

    check it out

     

    no need to shout 

    i have no real clout

    cant make adam raise a cain

    cant operate on addled brains

    cant overload a mainframe

    with the pusle of my membrane

    but i can be detained 

    for violating gods law

     

    so as i sit and ponder

    if one fine day 

    i am going up yonder

    i pour out a little likka

    for the dear departed word  nikka

    never will i use it again

    in any connotation

    situation

    or circumstance

    how can my soul advance

    when too many sides have been lanced

    too brothers and sisters  couldnt 

    stand a chance

    lived  and died being called 

    out of their name

     

    for those brothers and sisters 

    who use it

    i aint tryin to disprove it

    i am from the black side 

    of the tracks so i understand 

    the context

    of when we use it 

    how the word reflects

    its true you can diminish 

    the power defined by a word

    by pointing out the absurd

    be it noun or verb

     

    last time i checked 

    africans in america been mighty good

    at making  something edible 

    out of the white man regretables

    they had the chicken legs

    we had to beg for the guts

    and neckbones

    took em home 

    and made soul food to prove

    we can groove to any sound

    long as we freedom bound

     

    i aint an angel 

    nor am i the antithesis

    of genesis

    a revelation

    im just a brother 

    trying to mentally recover 

    so i can emancipate  my proclamations

    taking a step back 

    so i can cogitate

    and deliberate on my fate

    fire in my soul

    means i control

    the dividends 

    from my pen

    and i am too intelligent 

    to allow my ways and means 

    to justify my end

    no friend

    i aint dead yet

     

    when i return

    i will burn 

    the mic with sacred fire

    for right now 

    let me muddle in the mire

    while i reach higher 

    to escape  the embers

    from the funeral pyre

     

    people say i have an active  medulla

    if thats true i can skool ya

    without fetchin or steppin 4 beulah

    one  thing you gotta know 

    the cat who played steppin 

    was a word pro

    but in that time intelligence and black

    wasnt consentual

     

     

    yeah we had an eventual 

    revolution  but it was more 

    propaganda

    correct me if im wrong

    real revolution is che and fidel 

    in the mountains of cuba 

    wearing bandannas

    telling batista and the gangstas

    to get out 

    real revolutionaries dont shout

    they rout

     

    from nikka to negro

    from black to afro

    now african with the hyphen american

    not getting half returned for what yall spend

    i say yall because i cant get reparations 

    from the americans

    im a bajan

    i gotta go to the british for my ends

     

    my mindset 

    on the difference came correct

    in the 3rd grade when a nun

    maybe just for fun

    told me i couldnt be president

    because i was a permanent resident

    and alien

    like i had a choice on what ship

    my ancestors was sailing 

    on 

    but word is bond

    i embraced 

    the black race  long time ago

     

    be it con or pro

    i ve been down since 

    i read at 11 the autobiography of malcolm x

    my respect for the black set

    is real

    and if you ask any black skin 

    from another country 

    they will reveal an awe

    from what yall have done

    even the ignorant ones

    gotta admit blacks in america 

    is the...aint no curse 

    in this verse 

    nah mean

     

    so let me outro 

    this flow 

    by saying  

    im not praying for one fine day

    im staying to see the day

    we as a poetic collective 

    rewrite our history

    aint no  mystery 

    what you can do with a pen

    when the ink is a godsend

    feel me

     

    how dee jay dean say it

    thats what im talking about

    shout out to the mt everest four in my mind

     

    yayyy yooo..yeah sis

    jooo skeee..yeah bro i see

    the whaaa chaaa of 13..nah mean

    and  last but not least

    dee jayyy dean

     

    when i return 

    i will burn the mic 

    with sacred fire

    for right now 

    let me muddle in the mire

    while i reach higher 

    to escape the embers

    from the funeral pyre

     

    momma o..queen mother

    love u madly  peace i am out

     

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