🔵 By James Hampton. Photo by lauragrafie.
I feel the pain of a million black mothers,
With sons slain, their tears run through my veins,
I’m more in tune than I’ve ever been,
It’s a gift and a curse like my American Idol,
The oppressors gave us the Bible so it got me conflicted,
Should I follow my holy commandments or is there something I’m missing?
Eyes lie and the tongue’s wicked,
So what since does it make to tell our sons to just watch and listen,
We feel love on that soul-food Sunday –
But that same meal got my daddy arteries clogged and blood sugar high,
Heroin got my block hood rich and killed my uncle David , ain’t life a bitch.
Now they march for equality but what about the debt, after you pay for slavery.
Jim Crow’s next, mass incarceration and mental scars that can never heal,
They don’t print enough money to cover the bill,
I gotta plan, let’s all pray that God kills the devil,
I promise it’ll work if we all stand together,
Clear mind, open heart, all focused on the goal,
We can rewrite the end of the story told…