“Remedy”
By: Ccep
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He spits lyrical litany
that delves deep inside of me and resurfaces without catching the bends…
Caressing me from top to bottom… from beginning to the end--ing
Mending broken hearts and promises like a master craftsman…
Attacking the sad state of the sad state we live in
The state Maryland…
The state hurling bricks at our dreams
Shattering the glass encasing our dreams
It seems this state of being is f*****
Like being date-raped by your best friend and using abortion as a contraception
Contracting diseases that pleases the overseers who oversaw our ancestors
overseas…
Who place labels on us from childbirth brainwashing society…
Who act as dictators, yet claim democracy…
Who separate church and state so we can’t state God’s name in school
Yet, make laws that keep same-sex couples from marrying because it’s against
God’s rule?
We are all fools if we
believe we are free…
So, he, she, them, us, you, me, we are all bonded through mental bondage
Finding solace in the malice of self-hatred and discrimination
Against dis nation
Overrun by Caucasians who ain’t all from the Caucus islands…
So, I don’t understand how they can label me “African American”
When my family is White, Black, from the West Indies, and Cherokee Indian
I mean “Native American” ‘cause we were that
But, Columbus’ dumb a** couldn’t read a map…
And my complexion is caramel, baby, so why call me “Black”?
In fact, why say “White”?
Let’s try Beige, Off-White, Eggshell, Light-Bright, Mocha, Almond, Toffee,
Midnight…
If we’re gonna be politically correct, d*****, do it right
Doing your own s*** by day, then praying and acting Christian-like at night
And on Sundays…
These sundaes melt
untouched by tainted lips…
Abrupt like rear end hits…
You’d better hold your steering wheel tight and pray to God your airbag deploys
As Bush deploys more and more troops to foreign shores
To battle in an endless, causeless, expensive, faultless war…
Somebody’s gotta take the
blame!
Give me a scapegoat!
Store up extortion in an escape-boat and row away
‘Cause f*** ya’ll n*****, I’ma live to die another day!
So, I pray things remain
the same…
But, it’s getting worse…
So, I pray things don’t remain the same
‘Cause babies are having babies and ladies are killing babies…
Take pills because you’re crazy…
Welfare because you’re lazy…
Well, fair to say that we dig our own ditches and spend our own riches
Claim loyalty, then start snitching
On far stars we wishing
This tin foil is glistening and we’re too blind to see the diamond in the rough…
Or maybe we’re just dumb…
Or maybe we don’t care anymore…
We’ve had enough hardships
Our faith’s not there anymore…
Knees sore from bending in prayer to a higher being who’s too high up there out
of reach…
We need a remedy…
‘Cause I’m sick of the b******* that’s not being dealt with…
Place my hopes in a basket cast away like Moses into Egypt’s waters…
What will become of my future sons and daughters?
A suture oughta put us back
together, but it won’t…
Should come together, but we won’t…
Should come together, but we don’t care about anyone’s release but our own…
Can’t get released from the pit, so we sit finding relief in making it our home…
Stop being content with your predicament!
You aren’t meant to have
your life spent stagnant
And the remainder spent bitter, resentful, heavy hearted, and heavy handed
Back-slapping past mistakes that you chose to make…
Roads you chose to take…
Rules you chose to break…
Breaking your back at your 9 to 5, claiming you need more cash for your kids’
sake
But, those Jordans and that chain ain’t fake
Though your kids awake with nothing to eat for breakfast…
Lunch or dinner--Do you get this?
Are you hearing this? Is it clear?
I wish you could hear me and bring me a remedy
‘Cause I’m scared for the future of my people…
Wanna climb up in a steeple
and shout
‘Cause the apocalypse is coming and I gotta get the word out…
This is purgatory
And I can’t purge my story of
depression
learned lesson
regression
obsession
aggression
aggression
aggression
I’m mad!
I’m trying
still lying
still crying
not dying
my pillow’s not drying
I’m dying
it’s sad…
The outcome looks bad…
And the only hope I have…
Is him… because
He spits lyrical litany
that delves deep inside of me and resurfaces without drowning…
In his presence, there’s no frowning…
Just admiration for the dictation of his current situation…
So, I wrote this dedication
To the remedy…