Off Course

By AW

The slave ship that doesn’t move
Nor never ever set sail
Motionless is it rooted
To the earth with no course

The middle passage of the mind
The children of slaves, no matter how
Many generations removed, are still
Slaves, when the mental chains
Are enforced with illusions of inclusion
Lebron James

Chow lines long and cold, economic foes
The mental sharks fed off of
The mental courses of dead and dying
Cattle dressed in Prada along
Middle Passage route,
On course to make a profit off of
Cargo of Black Gold
Lebron James

In dreams vividly, am I eaten alive
As I sink, thrown overboard
In chains and padlocks as if I am
Going to court on course to make a
Profit for the slave ship that sails
No more.

On the stock exchange
Black gold, Lebron James,
Are shiny Black bodies still
In ball and chains
Thanks to a clause in the 13th
Amendment: still are we
Cattle when duly convicted
Of a crime

On course to make a profit
Of course on this slave ship
That don’t sail no more
Called, not Jesus,
But the
Prison Industrial Complex

In the belly of this complex
Beast I’ve set for over 30 years
Longer than the life expectancy
Of my ancestors who thrown
Overboard, on the middle passage,
In the Atlantic Ocean into the
Cold waves, off course
Wasted profit
Of course.

Liberty vs Justice

By GL

I HAVE A DREAM . . .
that the people of the world will reign supreme
above the clutches of racism and oppression
Those who can’t relate to our struggle
misunderstand our aggression . . .
Politics incorporated money as a part of our blessings
So now I’m stressing, due to a lack of blessings
Looking at my affiliates sideways because 1 or 2 of their loyalty’s in question . . .

Power to the people
Who’ve stood in the trenches, and demanded the right to be treated equal.
That was my grandparents’ story
Now the government is trying their best to manipulate the sequel
Power to the person(s)
Who’ve obtained, what needed to be obtained
in order for them to gain, what needed to be gained
Slavery was abolished, so they forced us into chain gangs
Jim Crow was put to pasture, so they built a lot more prisons
Drugs and alcohol was pumped into our communities
so they can manipulate and cloud our visions
Gangsta rap and movies was produced
to manipulate our decisions
Slavery was justified by religion
That’s why we go HAM, for what we believe in
Because I am what I am, and that’s not what they programmed me to be
So when I look into a mirror, all I see is me . . .
Unafraid to face myself . . . no I’m not a sell-out, so no, I don’t hate myself . . .
I live by a high standard, so it’s hard for me to rate myself . . .
The sky isn’t MY limit
For my horizon isn’t burdened by the power of restriction