So I’ve been absent from the place of my connection for 2 years now-
And somehow created a situation where that time could be rewound-
And when I realized it I smiled-
Wide and bright like a child-
Like suddenly that light shined and cast away my plight-
And reassured my might-
I must have been at the height of happiness-
And then became blind sighted with carelessness-
Realizing they don’t really care for this-
This being educated Negroes-
Dressing up in suits resembling heroes-
To the young black youth-
The truth-
They rather see some sambo dressed up like a G.I. Joe resembling a troop-
It’s the symbol of the emblem that’s important to them-
Even if mines is symbolic-
They rather my representation-
Be that of ill education-
Poverty stricken, fatherless displacement-
And yes my father is in the system so that’s one FOR them-
And to them I am too gifted so that’s one FROM them-
I mean we keep fighting back and fourth half the time battling our own selves-
When we can be channeling the knowledge from our own collective wells-
Giving them Hell-
I mean we’re not without knowledge-
Every hustler on the corner has mastered basic economics-
Supply and demand, buy and sell-
Only problem is them scholars wined up in jail-
If they would’ve flipped it the Dow could be regulated by a Mr. Jones-
And instead of flipping weight it could be real estate-
All legitimately gained-
So that you could legally make it rain-
And not on hoes and strippers or video vixens-
But on your neighborhoods and community centers for fixin-
But that’s just a for instance-