Originally Slam poetry
You can still get a feel on the voice without it being read to you |
Why I ask WHY Do so many tend to not see the true meaning of what we call the beat I can spit rhythms on the street that you may call a beat But when you beat what we hold to be pure Making those untainted unadulterated endure I am left asking why Gandhi said an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind But maybe we are already blind You have taken my eyes When you spoon fed me up on lies Blind is what we are when we simply close our mind Blocking out all humanity and our sense of worth We are told we are worth simply what we can put forth Out there into the unknown So we put out there a society that doesn’t care Why should I care? It does not affect me so therefore I do not dare to tread on those grounds Your grounds or my forefather’s grounds I can only see me and my rounds The rounds I put in to make our world grow but polluting all the things that I know I think I know Whoah… maybe I don’t know So I can only say here I go Again and again I am tossed to and fro All I am asking is why? When you question they say only it can be explained with time Do I have the time before I die to find the answer to why? You must trust boy and you will see How can I believe what I can not see for do you remember what has been taken from me? You have already left me blind! So once more I go Here and there an Oedipus doomed to walk alone Doomed by the sins of our fathers never atoned Turning from the sky to the ground we can shout why I keep moving forward Forward onto an unseen trail Lord don’t let me fail I can not fail I still need for find my answer This question spreads through my thoughts like a brain cancer Lord why do you still not answer? I guess I will never have my answer So to this world I say good bye bye to the ones who still make an effort to try and those who didn't and died I can only join them now knowing their side |