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Ignorance seems to shroud my eyes As I am blind to what is right Confused as to what is wrong as I contemplate my own fight Stigmatized in both eyes so it’s hard for me to see good Often find myself crossing my eyes to see what I should But the world works in a different spectrum as I stare into FEMA Wondering why it took them so long to see the media clearer Even our leader seem to be more worried about shedding Iraqi blood in the street Than to prevent the clearing of mass bodies in the streets of New Orleans Clearly it is time to impeach Our leader rigged two elections and might be planning number three But this dwells only in the mind of Blacks and liberals Left-winged angels who can’t seem to take flight Because the right wings can’t seem to act right Even as passionate as I seem I am reluctant to take my place Because I know as I write it could bring my last days Steadily hearing clicking through the receiver to let me know to downplay my thoughts Because you never know who is tuning in to the conversations that we spark Some still see me as the black militant Holding a black lighter in the depths of my pocket on the off chance I could use it To light fire bombs and take revenge on them for the 16th street Church bombing that left four little girls going to Sunday school dead in Alabama’s streets Like the blacks that I smoke goes into ashes my hopes and dreams That I could ever live up to the potential of Dr. Martin Luther King Because the more I learn, the more I hate the color of those whose insecurities taught them to hate My black skin that involuntarily turned a lighter brown because of a past history of rape Is it wrong for me to feel this way? All my life I was nothing And if I am nothing now then that’s something So if I’m nothing I’m gonna say something Because by me being nothing I shouldn’t be a threat But cops seem to think so as they examine my manhood during the routine check You can say I am a product of the oh, so violent Black Panthers Who has did more community service than any of their Klan leaders Those college educated, self-motivated Products of Americanism Whose notion of sick and tired of being sick and tired Caused them to fight the system I take pride in knowing that during high school I raised my black fist high Yet hate the fact I now smile in those racist faces and greet them with a hi And they speak back, then spit over their shoulder to remind me that I ain’t spit And I hide the pain behind moments of drunken rage at people that don’t deserve it For years we’ve thought that there’s no room for activism in this century Yet I’ve averaged out six acts of hate violence every year since Y2K was part of history And they say, maybe deeper in the South but definitely not in NC Yet a cross was burned in the lawn of a brother in Durham Y’all know the place, y’all call it Bull City Who’d ever thought the legacy of Bull Conner controlled the city As they refused to investigate because the Klan was from Johnston County Even in October 05’ the man that created the moral code taught in school systems Made a public statement saying, to lower violence, make black women have abortions Maybe I’m the only one hearing these outrageous notions Yet in the wake of all this you'd think our youth would rise But we don’t see it cause we’re mesmerized by that pretty sista’s thighs Rotting our brains watching misogynistic television known as BET Glorifying pimps and crack dealers as role models for our black seeds If that’s what’s fertilizing, then you know it will produce strange fruit Cause we’re lynching ourselves and pour our own blood down to its hateful roots Even Tookie showed courage to the end as he showed them which vein As young children stood outside the prison expressing their pain Cause their hero is dying one that gave them such hope Killed by a governor whose tinsel town guns are still producing smoke Even as I write this I know da Feds mie com aknockin Cause if hackers can see this they can too, whose gonna stop them So watch what you say and be careful what you do Cause in the land of the free, your master might come after you But this is what I see through my ignorant eyes But someone please tell me if my eyes are full of ignorant lies |