Author: Skilz

oil spills and such,
Green house gases errupt,
Goverment corrupt,
Have we not had enough?
Free speech on the line,
While the sheep,
Bleet, tweet and sleep,
Feeding into fake media frenzy,
Instead of unity,
Theres envy,
Brother can you spare a penny?
Back in the day it was a dime,
But its much worst now,
Its always taken a toll,
But it really hurts now,
Cause it seems we don’t care,
Faced with armageddons count down,
What I’m saying’s not profound,
I just say what you won’t,
Thinking that words can restore hope,
Is it money, sex or drugs,
Whats your mechanism to cope?
For me its the future,
Lil ones lookin up at me,
Lives in my hand,
Innocent trustin me….

We need to do it like the third world
and take it to the street,
not looting and burning,
but sniping police,
how much more should we take?
young brothers get deceased,
over how many years now,
we struggling for peace,
peaceful demonstrations,
instead of clapping the beast,
now its eye for eye,
listen close,
hear my passion released,
they can off us in the streets,
and still walk free,
while the rest of us ain’t nothing but talk G,
gangster records and thug life,
but ain’t really bout it,
injustice around us,
won’t really talk about it,
rather walk it out,
snap and jump like “jigaboos”,
and tough talk bout triggers used
ain’t workin no more……

KRS told us a time ago,
we must learn,
instead of street life,
the only knowledge earned,
or how much them sneaks cost,
and who got burned,
or how much them freaks cost,
now I’m concerned,
I discern,
our priorities mixed up,
fighting each other,
and at the same time,
now He’s out to get us,
signs of the Armageddon,
end of times,
its 3 sixes,
I’ll take my three wishes,
and kiss the sky,
hope to triumph over struggles,
if… I try…

It’s a cold world out there,
the haves versus the have nots,
so unfair,
that the poor worry for food,
the rich without care,
certain things we should share,
imagine living without air,
or no coats for your kids and its brick outside,
black girl lost,
turning tricks outside,
and just last week one of my mans died,
victim of a drive by,
ain’t reach 25,
so much pain in our lives,
but we keep it inside,
system designed to f*ck us,
the beast eatin our pride,
but Babylon fall soon come,
instead of spittin what sells,
I spit the truth from my tongue,
lighting bolts of wisdom,
like Zeus Imma come,
not for drama son,
only revolution,
not Nasir,
but I got myself a gun,
shot the Sheriff,
now they got the brother on the run…

My whole persona real,
and don’t really care if I cop me a deal,
don’t walk with it,
but keep my eye on the steal,
come talk wit it,
and then you dying for real,
but I ain’t a gangster,
ain’t my desire to kill,
but for this freedom,
I’ll hold this iron for real,
iron like a lion in Zion for real,
and respect to the Kaya Man,
there’s no denying my zeal,
I got the eye of the tiger,
and don’t rhyme for the thrill,
my timing is ill…

Stay focused,
don’t follow the hocus pocus,
why can’t everything be peace,
and no need for toasters,
or watchin ya back,
wary of the vultures,
dodging strays in the corners,
hiding with crack smokers,
most of our problem is that we lack culture,
unaware of our roots,
overseas they try an scare em wit troops,
racism still exist,
whites fearing our youth,
this is the truth,
we swallowing lies without the proof,
son we gotta stand for ours,
we built this sh*t its like this land is ours,
did you forget?
slavery did exist,
calls for reparations dismissed,
this is sick,
if they don’t give it we gon take it,
tired of the snake sh*t,
struggle to be elevated,
pour liquor out for those who never made it,
real freedom celebrate it,
it ain’t a black or white thing…..