cutting lines
listening to al green
wondering why the world has
become so mean
we laugh to keep from crying
i would be lying if i told you i wasn’t scared
but hope is hope
and coke is coke
and with each line we inhale
i say oh well
oh well

do i believe in monogamy?
i don’t know
but i believe in love
love me in a special way
what more can i say
just love me now
while the ice caps are still in place
while ozone layers have not been erased
while we are still able to think freely
can you feel me
are you hearing me

cutting lines i laugh
cause winter is here and
i am doing the same shyt i was doing
last year
focus interrupted
by bills and some other fucked up shyt
and I’m still jacking my dick
alone
i laugh
cause if i cried it would fuck up my high

sometimes when snow falls
and I’m tryna keep the heat
in my four walls
praying that the lights will be on
for another week
i speak
to God humble and meek
cause some things have got to change

i change
you change
we change
spare change
cause things remain the same
like niggahs killing each other
talking bout that’s my brother
from another mother
different womb, same homeroom
borrowed brooms, mothers chillin on stoops in
the afternoon, sisters with infants
talking bout what they wanted to be
before they had section 8 and a baby

college degree don’t seem to be
possible cause no one has taken time
to tell her nothing is impossible
if she only believed, not in Jesus
but in her self
her own health and wealth
to much to be defined
she’s sitting here cutting lines
with me wondering where her baby daddy be

it don’t matter cause we ain’t where we need to be
mouths to feed
dreams to seed
songs to sing
erase the pain
and xmas is here once again
coats for the coat less
we broke no less
unless we rob that house on the hill
or bust that bitch in the face taking her wallet and wheels
we do another line and laugh
but each thinking silently, secretly
wow can we make that shyt happen for real

it’s sad when progress got you thinking less
‘bout consequence and time spent
contemplating criminal shyt
cause bush and them don’t give a shyt
about our outcome
we forget that we someone
Children of the Sun
Gifts from the Blessed One
Children of Israel
done forgot how it feel
to be loving and capable and able

horses in a stable
trained to run at the firing of a gun
blinders on --seeing only what they want us to see
jokes on me and my sisters
nappy head hoes
that’s all they know
text books ain’t telling the truth
learning bullshyt in our youth
chattel property in the secret monopoly
bet on black cause them niggahs can act
and will spend their last check
will slice another niggah’s neck
if the price is right

another night
high off boat and drinking gin
willing to even fuck up their closest friend
talking about respect
respect -what the fuck is that?
lost in translation
face of a nation
brown babies converted
god inside murdered and replaced with
ramen noodles and debt

welfare checks credit checks
background checks random checks
driving while black
niggahs get back
constantly attacked
abortions
AIDS
crack
oh well but all ain’t well
no wonder hustlers sell and
druggies use while mama’s up late nights
crying the blues
not the same color as the sky or the ocean
but a black blue
a choking can’t breathe blue

listening to al greene
last track
last line
it’s almost that time
no need for crying
cause we’re flying
anxiety gone
and oh well
is now what the hell
with each line we inhale
i say what the hell
what the hell