revolution

Since When?

Up at night with God discussing habits
Exchanging knowledge, conversing ’bout supreme mathematics
Coming to clever conclusions again and again
At the end of our session, his question was “since when?”
Do we not compliment our women but address them as ho’s and bitches?
Hang around cats, and knowing rats like it’s cool to
congregate with snitches?
Since When?
Do we support chumps that abuse our mothers, daughters and sisters?
Let these youngsters disrespect our elders by using their name
instead of Miss, Mrs. or Mister?
Since When?
Has the government stopped the rhetoric they spoke in the Declaration
Loosening up the rules in the book they used to run this Nation?
Since When?
Did we start hating each other acting like a bunch of crabs in a bucket?
Giving up on the next generation, no influence and just saying “fuck it”
Since When?
In the black community, we stopped offering what we got?
Can’t go next door to borrow sugar – too much have and have-nots
Since When?
Could we not sit out on the porch without bullets flying by at night?
What happened to settling our differences by talking even probably a fair fight?
Since When?
Did shooting become so manly and the final say?
Why did these cowards shut down Ms. Harriet’s candy house
by robbing and assaulting her yesterday?
Since When?
Did we let music and television raise our kids or run from
opportunity when it knocks or kicks the door in?
Since When?
In the streets there is no respect, love or loyalty?
When did we start treating our elders like lepers instead of royalty?
Since When?
Did disciplining my child get equated with abuse
or the 360 (degrees) I spit get twisted, becoming obtuse?
Since When?
Would I even have to write this to get my peoples attention?
We’re supposed to be further down the line, steadily rising to ascension…
I’m just saying, since when?

– Thomas D. Payne

Two Faces, One Tear

No time for shedding tears, gotta get it how we live.
Switching gears like a sports car, time to conquer all fears.
This here is the beginning, I’m sending in all the people.
The revolution will be televised; this will be the sequel.
Realize we are all equal.
Be strong and stay solid.
Stand on your square without the need to be violent.
Couldn’t remain silent; so we shout it out from our soul.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired. Go and take a poll.
Racism is getting old. Bigotry is so lame.
Evolution is a must, so it’s time to change the game.
Black, White, Brown and Yellow.
We all have a different face,
But there is only one species…and that’s the human race.

-Jah Soul

Missouri

We concentrate on the problem but never the solution.
Leaving things open ended, never coming to conclusions.
Big Hero 6’ing, trying to sound amazing when you are only amusing.
Thinking you’re pin pointing the issues while you’re only pointing fingers; accusing.
I need action, words mean nothing to me.
Was born in Texas, but today, I’m from Missouri.
We say we want better but do nothing to get it.
Scream we’re for the movement but when it stalls, we quit it.
Tired of listening to your spiels on the struggle when you spit it.
Because when it calls for your participation, you aren’t with it.
Brother please, you’re no activist to me.
I once lived in Virginia, but today, I’m from Missouri.
Seen and heard it all from you wannabe’s, all you do is talk.
When the path is traveled, you silently walk.
And that’s why many of you end up outlined in chalk.
Tried to run before you even crawled or walked.
All I’m saying is “wake up”, if you want to impress me.
Dallas is my city, but today, I’m from Missouri.
Wondering why I say I’m from Missouri, because it’s the show-me-state.
I don’t like chatter, it’s time for us to demonstrate.
We’ll never get anything by just debating and sitting around.
Time to physically move, putting something down.
Even when the situation is black on black, instead of black and white.
We should be ready to march, speak and sacrifice.
Actions speak louder than words, keep the talk, don’t bore me.
Until you all are ready, I’m from Missouri. Show-me!!!

– Thomas D. Payne