United States

Dissolute Democracy

Bimbos and reality shows, that’s what they fed out.
Killed all morals and principals. Yeah, they bled out.
This nice little Christian girl became a big slut.
Now she’s badly built with a big gut.
Turned into a “cool” dope addict with a billion dollar habit.
A good girl gone bad; so sad, so tragic.
American dreams turned into hellish illusions.
Hating on one another, caught up in conscious confusion.
We bully the weak while manipulating the meek.
Don’t stop to pray all week, then say it’s Heaven we seek.
What was once mortified is now glorified, daily.
Don’t like what I’m saying, get up on Facebook
and verbally slay me.
Look into the mirror and tell Jah what you see.
But you don’t have to lie to me.
Teachers being laid-off while prison systems flourish.
These athletes are paid millions but whom do they educate and nourish?
Politicians beefing harder than gangsta rappers in the booth.
One nation under God. Is that really the truth?
But, I’m sure I won’t be heard, I’m just a pawn in this game.
We complain about pain, but have no one else to blame…

– Jah Soul

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Can I Get a Witness

We’re brothers of a different kind but of the same mind, un-blind.
They say we are public enemies, the epitome of what they don’t like.
Until you hear us, “Don’t Believe the Hype”…
The system hates that we are not spineless, won’t drink the Clorox
Un-torn, not mindless.
Considered rebels, the reasons are several. Number one: they can’t keep
us down, we’re on a level.
We won’t be like them and their kin, I’m choosing to move the masses to
action from my pen.
So when they hear me, they fear me: alarmed. These words I speak are
“Louder Than a Bomb”.
Thinking I’m organizing a radical mix, trying to wipe me out like
the party started in 66’.
I’m not Newton, Cleaver, Seale, Garvey, Nat, Martin, Malcolm or Mandela.
But the attitude I posses is quite stellar.
That’s why they label us gang-bangers, thugs, hooligans and racist.
Weary of the movement, they can’t face this…
They can salt us down, lie on us and spread their propaganda about our cause.
Still we remain, they cannot contain “A Rebel Without a Pause”…

Inspired by Public Enemy “It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back”

– Thomas D. Payne