Olé, Olé, June 14th, 1946 the coming
Of a new born baby boy, aka Donald J.
Ah, a sweet baby with a cherubic smile,
Born underneath a bright shining Star
The star was glittering all night as three kings
smiled and says upon the day of his birth
"This lad shall someday be a fine President,
And the greatest ever to walk this earth!"
Donald J. Trump the man is a great president
soon pronounced the greatest president
Ever born, and the greatest You've ever seen
Born in the Big Apple, born in Queens
When Dagobert adorned Franco caves,
Clovis iniquity built a realm portentous?
Ate fruit from olden, -licentious ways…
Portentous realm thus be-stow-ed,
No king in truth but a nave?
Nave only to a Catholic po-et.
Hearken crier old kingdom days,
Oh Franco brave!
Oh Franco brave!
Oh Franco brave!
Oh Franco brave!
In regret of Dagobert's disturb-ed grave.
This world is but a graveyard
Of kings and kingdoms
Of philosophers and freemen
Of sacrilegious arrogance
For we live in a vast wasteland
Of prospectors and merchants
Only a few steps from oasis
Battling for a distant mirage
Humans are mere beasts
Like hyenas and lionesses
Fighting for supremacy
In this endless ephemerality
In this battle for the freedom of our souls some may think
Maybe I should've let go long ago
From being kings and queens, Chiefs and Pharaohs
To Niggers in the cotton fields
To slaves being whipped and forgotten
We were stolen.
Stripped from our homes and looted of our gold.
Now we are doctors, lawyers, professors
But Don't tell me the cotton fields have recovered from our tears
Our sweat seeps deep into the souls of America
So Don't tell me the cotton fields have recovered from our blood.
"All are equal before the law and are entitled without any discrimination to equal protection of the law."
They tell us equality is coming.
That it is here.
Then let you wait holding your breath
Black boy shot and killed for walking down the street
Black boy whipped and beaten for looking master in the eye
Tell me are you still holding your breath?
Still waiting for the keys to our chains
Black lives matter
All roads torn down, we've paved new paths
Stripped from our houses so we built homes
Lotted for our gold but we are golden
Black is hard to get rid of, that annoying stain that stays to long
Black is rough and tough
Black is solid in luring ways
Black lives won't matter until we love our own people
Black lives won't. matter. to. them. because you've called that girl a "Hoe or Thot"
Black lives won't matter until we stop the black on black blood splatter
For black lives to matter...
We must empower each other
Standing together the ground will break recognizing he whose tears, sweat and blood upon which it was built
So take one look at our past
Because this will be the last
Control the guns. Or unload on one. Under the hopeless sun. Or control the shooters who stole his future.
Patrol in stupor when the gaping hole is super. Rolling in supras.
Holding and maneuver, round the bend. Good lord, glad I found the pen. But white men found the pen. In there, Black men down and spent. And they're wasting away in the pen. Write a letter to their friends. Either their behind the bars, or drinking in bars, or rhyming these bars. Spit it like I got tobacco juice in my mouth. Another shooting in the south, while I watch from the couch.
Kendrick said we gon be all right. And I'll believe him, when everyone has the same rights. When the white man know wrong from right. But just because you're light in your skin, it doesn't mean you're gone from light. Let this song break fights. Still though, as long as we're nice, you'll still invite us to smoke bongs and pipes.
But when the summer heat scorches the streets and the Porsches, next to the fortress with the smooth grain porches, you will ignore this. Warning shot coming at you, hot enough to light torches. I wake up every day thinking life is gorgeous, but at night I still walk like the tortoise.
No more of this.
Blood spilling on the pavement, now you wonder why I lounge in the basement. They say practice patience. They say keep waiting. They say there's saving. Pop a pill, forget about life, start raving. Po-po after the po, so send Edgar Allen Poe with a raven. Calling us kings, like this Game of Thrones, but this war is ancient. God vs. Satan. Medusa vs. the Maiden. Neo vs. all the agents.
Take hits before I escape to the matrix. Tired of eating fake shit. Make spliffs, out of makeshift wooden ships, that Cuba Gooding Jr. Gripped. Won't take lip, go and save it. Why are they loved and we hated?
Emotion flowing from the mac and the healing potion flowing from the track. Go in the back. Put the slow motion in the stacks, the records from class, tethered in snacks. America's anger is growing in fact, because every one knowing life's back. Shoot the body and throw it in the back. Fiction, or reality? Turn on the television, that has driven your vision to a complacent state of living. And you wonder why we're so forgiving?
But we're never forgetting. This here is armageddon. This is how life be when karma getting to be like, getting to be like, getting to be like fatal. Like Cain did abel. Death, or disabled. Missed the fable, because I kissed the label. Then the bottle, as I went and risked the stable. Now I'm gathering my crew and we're pissed and a holes.
Hear the shot ring from Baton Rouge to Chicago. Thinking about becoming a florist. Foreigner in this land of tourists. Listening to beats from Morris. Joshua hit me up for the chorus. How many black Americans need to die? If it were white people, would you ignore this?
"The king has fallen"
A majestic castle,
A thousand arsenal,
For he just leaves it,
He leaves them all.
A mourning queen,
A king-to-be prince,
One betrothed princess,
One warrior princess,
One prince in the war front,
One prince in the castle fort,
And one prince in the study.
These are what left of the mighty king.
Tis not a story of war,
Tis not a story of romance,
But tis a story of a battle,
Of the mighty king himself,
The Phyton King,
Or so he was called,
Was no match with the Viper king,
And the Cobra king,
Kings that he called brothers,
Have poisoned him;
Slowly killing him.
His kingdom was never on the top,
But it was the most peacefull,
But his rival kings;
Were always trying to topple him.
They can full charge him from front,
Ambush him from the sides,
Sneak in from the back,
But he has never shaken.
He stood strong,
He remain unscathed,
But years of defense has weaken him from inside,
He has only hold them in,
With no effort to call for aid.
And that was his killing,
And never fighting back.
I was not there when he fell.
And I'll still not be there to take care of what's left
But I will keep fighting, as the war has not end.
Sweet child you are a dime
you were created out of him
for he alone couldn't handle this earth
you make it whole
Woman, you fill the earth with life
without you this earth would be dead
your smile is like the dawn of spring
your heart the melodies of heavenly tunes
You were brought up to be submissive
that's how loyalty is brought up
you were given the gift of forgiveness
that's how great queens rule
That bite of the apple, let it not haunt you
the snake will remind you everyday
just remember who you are and your worth
you are the light of the world
you are queen
you are the last piece of the puzzle
you complete the world
chemicals releasing in the air
24 hour clock
harmful hazardous is what we call them
it's called pollution of sin.
see everybody wants to win
but nobody wants to put in work.
silly black folks, step up your bars
we've come to far.
no more excuses, no more lack.
its time to take our royalty back.
I shall hear no complaints
Kings & Queens where hear
to REIGN !!!!
Deep in the woods where the wild things roam
Back in the dark there are things
That happen at night when you'r all safe at home
When young men compete to be kings.
It happens each year when the falls fairs are on
These gatherings out in the dark
Thanksgiving arrives and the boys all move on
From these things that they do for a lark
The gauntlet's thrown down by the challenging swarm
To the winner of last years crusade
His blood doesn't boil, but it sure does get warm
Now that this years challenge is made
It normally starts at the Aylmer Fall Fair
"Josiah, you're not is our class!"
He doesn't fight back he just breathes deep and stares
For to him, it's a sin for to sass
They show up at night, all dressed up in black
No surprise if you knew how they live
But tonight is the time, for them all to step up
For a Lesson's about to be give
The street was all dark, save a lantern or two
as the riders came out from the trees
These were not the old wagons you saw in the dark
These were ones that would make your heart freeze
Josiah stepped forth from the bustling crowd
Mr. Martin he said...I am here
Now is the time to show just how proud
of the horses you have over there.
I've heard of this race in the darkest of nights
Where the young men come out and are facing
Their fears and their hopes with only two lights
It's the start of Amish Drag Racing
It was something to see these men dressed all the same
Two big clydesdales each made up their team
But to both of these men, this was not just a game
This was the way that they all burned off steam
They didn't dare fight for that was a sin
And team sports didn't get the job done
None of them drank so there was no need for gin
And a barnraising just wasn't fun
Mr. Martin climbed up and he steadied his ride
Young Josiah just stood there and stared
Mr. Martin looked out, he was beaming with pride
Poor Josiah just stood looking scared
The starter came forth and he said to the men
With this hanky I will start the race
I will let it fly loose once I count to ten
And I let it fly free into space.
He counted it down and let go of the rag
And nobody moved from the post
Mr. Martins horse stood as did Josiahs old nag
And they both looked like they'd just seen a ghost
The hanky was black just like ones they all had
And nobody saw him let go
The race buildup was great but the start was quite bad
In fact some men started to go
So, they tried it again with a different technique
Cause they found nothing there that was white
You can say it was strange but I say unique
To watch Amish men race in the night.
The horses lurched forth like two huge tyco trains
Sweat was poring from off of their backs
You could see from their eys it was really a strain
As their drivers took up the reigns slack
Equally paired, with two horsepower each
They tore up the road like a shot
But a really fast speed they both never would reach
Cause two clydesdales just don't run so hot.
Amish drag racing is really a night
To see if the other would show
For it's really no way to prove who is right
And the attendance is really quite low
So if you get invited and your hear of a race
That takes place where wild things roam
Say you'd love to attend but you think to save face
You'd prefer not and would rather stay home.
foreign lands I want to roam
Where Kings and Queens sit upon their throne
And big cats prowl, and wild dogs howl
And there's every kind of fowl
Where mighty elephants trumpet
And with tea they serve crumpets
I want to see the very old creations of man
I know I'd be their biggest fan
To walk the ground that Jesus tread
And feed the masses with seven loaves of bread
I would love to see the foreign sands
To get homesick, then return again to my home land