I don’t care what you think
Knowin’ you’re just another witness
and ninety percent of what you perceive
is a projection. These words ain’t a tip,
they’re a vision;
See I’m just comin’ through a grab my fortune;
though it’s only a portion of what we deserve
as told by the Goddess in Heaven,
who I court with worship.
See her curves caught my attention.
So with ever word I attempt a purpose
devservent of the verb
she implanted in my nerves
said there ain’t no lover in fear.
So I scoured the bottom of the bottle
searchin’ for the gears that steered me here.
And found my denial absorbin’ the cheers.
Never heard my mama real clear:
always thought she was tryin’ to build me
into the child she wanted, but couldn’t
cause Agent Orange had killed the dream;
contorted the future, but paid for a replacement.
Consolation’s my name, but that don’t change the fact
I’m weirded out by my peers, ever time they act
I hear the action in the back, fashioning moves for clearance.
Numerous avenues, but it’s the ones they choose
that got me bruised to the point –
I no longer care if you are scared or confused,
you need to hear this:
You call it real hip-hip,
just cause you activate the conscience
but just ’cause you can contemplate the non-sense
that don’t make you knowledgable
See you need to take some of that concrete you collered
and build a plausible reaction.
I callin’ you out, cause when I followed your gossip
all I got was a contradiction when I consulted the documents.
Yea, you got a point; but what next?
You wanna raise your voice, but
don’t have an option, ‘cept
raisin’ a chorus to echo the folly
you so accurately pointed out —
KnowMore.Org is a start —
But if that’s all you got to show after
four-decades of gosh-golly.
Then open up a book,
or remember a memory
Cause I’m on that shit
like they’s just the tip of the iceberg
Yo needs freedom, cause sometimes it seems
like he’s the only
Yea they got you screamin’, but still chasin’ the dream
that your followin’ cares as much as you do
Scary thing is;
I think they do.