Thursday, May 28, 2009

( Part III ) : Wake Up !

Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin with the fury that they had in 66
And like e-double Im mad
Still knee-deep in the systems shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
Ill give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy

Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin people calm
You know they went after king
When he spoke out on vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot


Yeah, back in this...
Wit poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like wilson, vocals never lackin dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure up
Cause blood still flows in the gutter
Im like takin photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end

Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors

Networks at work, keepin people calm
Ya know they murdered x
And tried to blame it on islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot

What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!

I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot

Background: black nationalism
He may be a real contender for this position should he
Abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
Of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism
Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
Pinpoint potential trouble-makers...
And neutralise them

Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!
Wake up! wake up! wake up! wake up!

Monday, April 20, 2009

( Part II ) : The Little Tin Goddess

Fly little bird to Hiroshima
and the way a load

Speak a magic word to Hiroshima
let the sky explode

There's a shadow of a man at Hiroshima
where he passed the moon

In a wonderland at Hiroshima
where he died soon

And the world remembers his face
remembers the place was here


"I'm proud that I was able to start with nothing,
plan it, and have it work as perfectly as it did..
I sleep clearly every night. If you give me
the same circumstances, I'd do it again"
Paul Warfield Tibbets
Captain Of The Enola Gay

Sunday, April 19, 2009

( Part I ) : Justification For a Massacre

When the action is over
and we look back...
we understand both more and less.
This much is certain.

Before the Doolittle raid,
America knew nothing but defeat.
After it,
there was hope of victory.

Japan realized, for the first time, that
they could lose and began to pull back.
America realized that she would win
and surged forward.

It was a war that changed
America and the world.

Dorie Miller was the first black
American to be awarded the Navy Cross.
But he would not be the last.
He joined a brotherhood of heroes.
That's for all the Raiders.

World War II, for us,
began at Pearl Harbor...
and 1,177 men still lie entombed
in the battleship Arizona.
America suffered,
but America grew stronger.

It was not inevitable.
The times tried our souls...
and through the trial,
we overcame.