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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