~ End the Dream~~

End the Dream, Begin the Revolution


I step on stage.
I've waited for this moment ,
For my entire life.
Others have tried to mold my thoughts,
and govern my actions,
but not this moment...
No,
This moment is mine.
I'm nervous...
But a nod and smile from B is all I need to focus.
I begin.
Speaking on a change,
The total rearrangement that is needed,
to show reason for equality,
that has been denied my people and I,
By any means necessary.
And yes it is necessary that I get my point across,
But something is wrong,
I can feel it.
Wait.....
what did that brotha say in the second row say?
"Get yo hands out my pocket!!"
Awww, yes the source of my uneasiness.
Come...
Come forward you devilish being,
that wears the coat of my brethren.
I am ready.
I've been absolved of my sins, I've made my peace.....
With a look, my love I am sorry,
I shall open my arms,
But someone else must grant us our release.
Allah....

.*CLICK*
GUNSHOTS

~~FLASH~~

Sunrise...
Lord Bless me as I step forth today.
My people have been long sufferin,
And even through my dismay,
I know that great change is on the way.
I see my dream taking shape even now,
Before my very eyes.
Many have doubted me and our cause,
But I know with you by my side,
We will continue to survive.
give me the strength, my God,
To reach not just my sisters and brothers,
but to touch every other soul who knows,
that our unity,
Through love unconditionally,
will grants our rights and freedoms of equality.
So I stand here upon this balcony,
I look up to you again and say thank you Jesus,
For our time is coming soon.
*cries from below*
"Reverend, Reverend!"
Hello my children, how are.......wait...
what's this coldness I'm feeling?
Where, wh.......there, that light......
Lord, I am ready,
though I am sad..
For now who will guide them?

*CLICK*
GUNSHOT

~~FLASH~~~

I'm on top of the world.
No nigga is better than me right now
Like that fool tryin to flex in the hotel lobby,
Best be glad security was comin,
or his mama would been hummin ,
On her way to buyin a new black dress..
Haha..!
Niggas thinkin that because I write a song for my
mama,
another telling my sistas to keep they head up,
Do a few flicks, and think a nigga turned pussy?
that I went all soft and shit?
Fuck that!
I was born into this shit,
I'm livin this shit and before I go,
Imma spark the mind that's gonna end this shit.
Man...Let me calm down,
Events got me twisted.
I'm tired and ready for a change.
I've got all eyes on me now,
And how a nigga wanna go down being remembered,
Not this thug life mentality.
Shit, nigga this just my reality I live in,
I want folks to know that what I'm giving,
Is more that just that,
The whole time staying true to self,
cause it wll be til the end of time until most see
past the "black".
*snap*
Damn, paparazzi always doggin me.
A nigga needs to head to the cribs, lay down some tracks,
keep back and relax, to ease my troubled mind.
Yea that'll work but damn this light sho is taking its
time........
** CLICK,CLICK*** WASSUP NOW PARTNA!!?!!

***gunfire****

*cough*
Damn homie..
then busta ass niggas came back harder than I thought,
*cough* but they still couldn't kill me...
* cough, weak laugh* wait till a nigga get well,
Imma....
**CLICK**
Damn nigga.....you too?
*cough* I shoulda......

gunshot

~~FLASH~~~

Sunset...
I feel my gift return to me with haste.
My pen flies across each page,
Raging to write down what my mind,
Has held in stubborn containment for too long.
Trace voices echo in my head screaming to be
remembered.
" I have a dream....", "By any means...." Only God can
judge...",
Mix melancholy with the focused mood I'm in.
Now is my chance to make up for time lost,
To reach the world with a voice,
driven by our past,
Focused on our future,
Controlled only by how fast I can write our grief
down.
I'm speaking through simple poetic rhyming,
righting past wrongs,
putting meanings to all misunderstood issues,
Fuck a tissue,
cause my people are thru crying.
I'm finished.
I've written down much of what I've had to say,
So I gaze once more upon a family pic
My children's eyes stare up at me,
Silently pleading their dismay,
as if saying.
"daddy why?"
The beg from me an answer that I do not have to give.
My heart's numb from repeated abuse,
My mind's still in this moment,
My soul no longer desires to live.
So here I am faced with a decision,
and all I ask of you , the reader, is to be forgiven..

**Click***, 1...2....3..... **CLICK!!**

Hhmm, I guess my time is not you yet come scheduled to end.
So I 'll pick up my pen with renewed vigor,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Let the revolution begin..

END