Was it a dream?

a series of thoughts and sensations stirring my mind as I sleep.
What's it mean?

when your state in time and space

is placed in a hate for your race

the regime

of the 1% subsequent to letting the slave go free

feel the need to show people looking like me theyre better, rich, supreme



never that

stand tall proud and black

intelligence to back that better yet

Somehow that makes me a threat

somehow my existence I'm taught to regret

I guess it's best to assess my position

they're liars so I never listen

oppression designed in this system

has stripped the soul of it's victims

our weapons are tied in our diction

rooted in minds with a vision

nirvana is timely and distant

or is it?

branded a misfit enlisted in fixing the misconception our difference is less than a gift of upliftment

seek or remiss it

transfixed by the human condition

Can't see it then listen


look at them move

take in the view

sitting he drums to deliver the muse

I speak with it too

people are crowding the room

dance with the groove

rhythm and mind in unison

nothing prove

when living to find community

influence it

flipping assumed

stereotypical views

can leave the leaders confused

what do they do

keep us amused celebrity feuds

the media use

distracting the youth

from seeking the truth,

diffuse it

political moves

programing the news

used to it


They listen while the propaganda festers.

Television sets are pathways to the brain in one step.

eyes wide, mind digest

Tuned the tube of true illusions

mind digress

choose your program

you will be its student


I just remember a phone call

Car trouble by my self

I need some help.

It's fuzzy

I just remember that phone call...

I just remember a phone call

Car trouble by my self

I need some help.

It's fuzzy

I just remember that phone call...


Open road

headed home after the show

mind free to roam on its own

drumming my roll

keeping the groove in control

we help the community grow

there's merit in bearing the soul

I overstand now

patience


I drive and give thanks in amazement

My bond with my family's sacred

No one can take this

Through love achieve homeostasis

We're gonna make it

My egos replaced with a raised fist

man my engine quit


step out the car

hood to the engine ajar

I need some help

Know a bit about motors but really dont know them that well

Called my brother and spoke of the trouble I'm in by myself

good thing for my cell.

all will be well

Just a smidgen of tough luck

call att for the tow truck

Waiting, waiting, 30 minutes but tryna be patient

waiting, waiting, for an hour and still I'm not anxious.

waiting waiting, wait a van just just pulled up who is this?

he gets out hes closing our distance

doesn't look like he's roadside assistance.

calm converted to vigilance

why am I approached by this citizen?

He asks am I good?

I say yes

He's me again I think what's next

he steps

closer to my vicinity

is he friend or enemy?

curiosity met

hands up drop

time stopped