Father, it’s time I do a little review
The hatred in my actions was not addressed at you
Consider this the beginning of the project to save my soul
Salvation and happiness can be our only goal
Suffer in Silence
Tell me brother, were we meant to suffer in silence?
30 million black people in the hood plagued by violence
Yeah maybe plagued by violence but destroyed by addiction
Kanye like sellin’ rap is America’s only dark diction
Last year Budweiser sold about six billion bottles
And no, we drank that addiction – Lil’ Wayne forget the models
Sixty million, damn that’s a lot of stuff to push around town.
More than enough liquor to take New Orleans down
See people just hungry – thing is they fallin down
The paster, the priest – they right to be angry an’ frown.
People sayin’ its our fault just so they can let us drown
All those at the top would rather just laugh it off
I wish they’d lend a hand instead of just jackin off
There’s something seriously wrong with these newspaper pictures
If people in Louisiana can die while Lou Dobbs lectures
Drowning scares me more than anything man
Imagine swimming away, doin’ everything you can
Yo city’s under water, but this hood ain’t atlantis
But the ends the same, people dead – the government a praying mantis
Or some other kind of insect, maybe a cockroach
No reparations, we only askin’ for a little reproach
Some kind of punishment as little boys and girls
Die in FEMA trailers, sick off the chemicals
And Spike Lee, like always brother we agree on this
This Katrina stuff, yeah holla man, it’s bull
But don’t walk away from me without hearing the following words
Katrina is only the tip of the iceberg
Maybe it takes a city to call to your attention
That like I said before, we the people need intervention
Intervention baby, and I’m not just talkin’ divine
Although it would be nice if those Congressmen actually worked in summertime
Lack of responsibility by those in power
We didn’t vote ‘em in for no scandals in the shower
Shower, bathroom, wide stance whatever
It’s about damn time the people rose up and stood together
I’m calling for an insurrection. The never is now.
A new face in the game, I’m just getting started in.
Get my folks out the hood like I’m Brooka T. Washington
Push more packs than that OG Denzela Washington
Deliver more speeches than a brother named Martin
Maybe I’ll have my own march on Washington
This nation is broken so it’s time to start again
Like Barack, get elected and make us less partisan
Poetry painted like I’m some kinda medieval French artisan.