The riddle thieves, the hobbit in motion seized,
The black jeans creased at the knees an sleeves.
The tag teams dreams with Lee.
The American scheme slammed the Giant,
And became an intercontinental riot..
Before Fcc compliant, when mix tapes was fire,
My environment never expired,
K-FOX an Mix supplied it.
Now whats this,
The five sences as one,
The responsibility begun,
The kingdome come
To know the ledge, K-12 to know the head
Fundemental math with fish cash,
Divide an multiply with my stash.
Little things, howd you get so big today,
You used to be big before you went away,
I know, I know, id forget you at times
But then you come back to put me in line.
Little things, howd you get so big today,
You used to be big before you went away,
I know, I know, id forget you at times
But then you come back to put me in line.
The monitoring of insects I’d collect
in Fisher Price barns of neglect, I’d inspect.
Under the deck of the old house,
An pay debt to grandpa as I draw dragons claws, sharp gaping jaws,
With no flaws I thought I knew it all, till I got taught the laws
Of point perspective and visual conceptions,
I made the connection but didnt get the real lesson.
Til the AIS sessions, got me stressing
I be so blind to not see the signs
Little thing you get me everytime.
Little things, howd you get so big today,
You used to be big before you went away,
I know, I know, id forget you at times
But then you come back to put me in line.
Little things, howd you get so big today,
You used to be big before you went away,
I know, I know, id forget you at times
But then you come back to put me in line.
The summer breeze, the ocean and the trees,
The block parties with the whole family.
The auboritum walks with long simple talk.
The art on the block when its hot with the chalk,
Before my travels, before time unravels.
Before the battles and before I was rattled.
You were so beautiful, but then you went away.
Because I thought so big, you just could not stay
Little things, howd you get so big today,
You used to be big before you went away,
I know, I know, id forget you at times
But then you come back to put me in line.
Little things, howd you get so big today,
You used to be big before you went away,
I know, I know, id forget you at times
But then you come back to put me in line.
Giri/CHARGE
ABUBADKA
"Sonny" CARSON: The Passing of a Warrior
Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2003 13:44:55 -0800
EULOGY FOR MY MAIN MAN
by
Amiri Baraka
What A Cold World This Place Be!
Be that way till we free!
What a thing-cold world it is
To be like this and here
Where it always be some other
Nutha, fu'tha', ugly to this
To just the other day.
One of our most get-down brothers
A life of unrelenting struggle
Against American Nazi's
Been taken away.
Leaves us, w/o Rob Williams, Malcolm or King
Or Stokely or long gone Adam. They set
A trap for Rap & 9 Negroes sent him over!
You want to feel the ugly slavery bug
Still inside us, to kill a man who fought all
His life for you.
Now, Sonny Too, (who the Negroes
Never recognized, that's part of the reason they Negroes)
Sonny too, Bubadika, of the straight up, OK, I can dig it, Right
On, tip, you ever dig him with his
Walking stick, a talking stick our Indian
Family call it, for striding up & down
A Brooklyn man, Educated as Sonny
Carson, in the Badman's Land. Who
Was even as youth, a warrior, wd get down
With you, whatever way
We had too.
I met him 30-40 years ago,
We hooked up when Rev Sharpton was studying
To become the national President
Of the James Brown Fan Club, when
Them dudes you saw in Sonny's flick
Was still on the street, with fur
Collar jackets, and walking sticks,
& broke down "Stingies", & war cries,
& mocked the cops, when "Bop" also meant
war, a ghetto industry of hip & zip
We was in the street, Amina, them
Dudes and Sonny, a thousand strong
When Claude Reese was wasted in
The cellar for hanging crepe paper for a
Party & 666 tasted his 14
Year old life away, from that murder
Time, till the evening of his funeral
Day, the streets bulged with
Antagonistic contradiction, U.S. democracy always
A fiction, and in the streets
That night, a thousand Black & Puerto Rican Hermanos.Negro y
Moreno y Amarillo, Ready to turn
The world out, ready to force Evil
To Cease, in the name of Claude Reese!
And Yeh, the Pigs were there, fixing
Us all in their dangerous stare,
Obsessed w/ their impotence they wd
Murder us all to keep the world
From making sense
And Bubadika wd slide thru
There, (remember the last scene in "The Education
Of Sonny Carson) like the sun cd be carried
In a car, round midnight
The streets on fire, we always see better
In that light.
But "Peace, be still", like it's
Coming from high on a Hill, and the
Brothers stayed, ready but unafraid
Behind the dictum, the War Lord
Gone Political, like Mao's Chu Teh
Had delivered at the end of that day.
"It's protracted, we got time, don't
waste no lives on this blue skin
Slime!"
It was Bubadika, the Bad,
Who first hipped me to Negroes
Posing as Garveyites, & pimps
Posing as revolutionaries.
Remember
His man, Jim Cuffee, black
From way back, calmly dangerous to
The racist rule, sd," Make sure to get yr own
And if they God don't bless you,
Put one look like you
On His throne!"
Was he bad, Sonny, Bubadika?
(To rush forward, to rise up, to
Explode!")
Who strode with an
Interior light flashing from his soul
Anything described him
Had to say, bold.
Like this boy ask the brother
Why he was anti Semitic, &
Sonny's reply made the interlocutor
Look pathetic. "What? Why
You wanna take me there &
Make me only microscopically Lethal.
It ain't no special ones. I hate
All white people!"
OH! OH! Why the brother say that.
Just to show the jive outerviewer
Was using a question to lie
Through his hat!
Sonny hated lies and Negroes in
Disguise. He hated racism, white
Supremacy. Wd fire us up,
"No Justice No Peace", in the streets,
On the bridges, he cd raise us
Like from Sonny to Bubadika
Combine the rage of the street
The self determination of the
Oppressed Black Nation.
Like that time
In Bed Sty, after the beast
Had murdered Louis Baez
We aint gonna let it rest
What Sonny and Rev Daughtry sez!
And being with them made us equally
Bad. Like this brother took this illegal
Plastic night stick that a coward policeman had.
Brother say, "The trouble with you
Is you ain't never met a Man before! For real!
And the police slunk back through the precinct door.
He Cd scream us in to action
When he was Sonny, became another kind
Of leader, a revolutionary speaker,
Reincarnated as Bubadika.
Even in those last days, he
Wd always show
When you put out the call,
Still Black, confident, nay arrogant, as Fire.
Still on it, up against it
Near 70, he still looked strong.
His passion cd not grow thin.
Hey, Brother, come help with Ras'
Election and there he was, with
a well seasoned band, no our man
wd show, that was Sonny, Bubadika.
Yeh, it was him!
Celebrate this Brother, Call
Has name whenever your commitment
Start to get lame! Say, "Hey Sonny!
Sonny Carson! War Lord gone Political
Don't ever go away. Hey, Sonnnnnn--eeeee!"
Keep calling & if he don't growl
& laugh & talk bad about some
Racist white folks and backward
N-words, we used to call 'em
Niggahs
then you ain't put out a call for
the real
Bubadika!
Hail, Brother, Be always with us
like yrself
The Sun, our Blood -Black Soul, fill us
Forever with fire! Let us all
Be like you, one terrible
Warrior, one dynamite Black
Liberation Fighter & Speaker, Let us
Rise over head, to be with you, soul brother,
War Lord gone political, let us
Be, Oh struggling Black nation,
If we want to be free
As fierce in this rumble with the beast
Is his jungle, as bad as he, as bad as Sonny
As bad as our man, Bubadika! Like a War Lord
Gone political !
Been Whited-Out?
Been White-Washed?
Then you may be on TheBlackList!
AMIRI BARAKA
The most potent weapon of
the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed"
Steve Biko
"MY STORY"
Upon becoming
disillusioned, disenchanted
and disbelieving
of
his story
I finally came home
and
blacked my story
never again
to
sleep in the silence
of
submission, subordination
and subjugation
broken conditioning
consumed control
consciously converting
shackled chains
of
sanctioned servility
into the
studied freedom of reality
recycling truth
robbed from my existence
Reality
purging impurities
of imperfections
strategically and proficiently
programmed and pounded
inside my mind
through
generations of time
by
inferior forces
of
governing genetic mishaps
who
sadistically steal
cultured worlds
for games of greed
and
conquering control
of our
Ancestors creations
fanatical freaks
of nature
who
nourish violence
against nations
skillfully feeding
white supremacy
capitalized
financing
a dirty deal
and
as I
began to understand
such a finely tuned
fabrication of his-story
I knew it was time
to
Black my story
and
you know
it's a Black wonder
that
I didn't end up
totally crazy
so sit back
and enjoy
my poetic philosophy
as
I share my mind
with you creatively
from the roots
of my conscious
RACE FIRST IDEOLOGY
Robin Asantewaa
Copyright - 1998
Father
Written by Crystal Cartier
Any male can plant a seed
But, it takes a Man to raise a child
It takes resolve to feed & clothe them
It takes honor to stick around awhile
It takes strength to meet Life's challenges
It takes courage to find a way
to share your life with someone special
& go to work each & everyday
It takes fortitude to live with honor
It takes diplomacy to play the game
It takes responsibility to be a Provider
& give a child more than your name
It takes dignity to do what's right
It takes humility to pray
It takes nerves of steel to protect
It takes sensitivity to play
It takes patience to learn & listen
It takes a kind heart to care
It takes pride to excel at what you do
It takes generosity to share
It takes Faith to believe
It takes ambition for you to bother
It takes lot's of Love to succeed
It takes a Man to be Father
Love Story Publishing
All Rights Reserved
Truce
written by crystal cartier
Hear ye proud Warriors of the Political Palace
Every Religion, Creed & Race
Believing ourselves Children of Love
as Universal Consciousness dictates
Let’s call a Truce to this Race War.
See the distraction for what it is.
Choose ye this day wisely...
Divide & Conquer vs Love & Forgive
We’ve squared off on each other
Each knows the Opposition is peaved
Everyone seeking reparations...retaliation
compensation... old age pension
Whatever fills our needs
We will never see eye2eye
But no one really has to die
If we focus on trying to work it out
At least we’ve got to try
It’s all a matter of broadening our perspectives
To stroll in each other’s shoes
Footsteps into hearts... & minds
Learning to feel each others blues
Sharing perspectives & actually giving a damn
Citizens taking back control
of dear old Uncle Sam
If we can’t vote ‘em out
Smoke ‘em out... into the Light
Exposed in all their corruption
Day exposing Night
But some will always refuse to see
the forest for Self Serving Bushes & trees
We will never see eye2eye
But no one really has to die
If we focus on trying to work it out
At least we’ve got to try
We must establish common goals
that serve the greater good of Love
Stop dancing around the issues
But show respect by wearing gloves
Giving attention to those
wronged & hurting most
State 2 State... Nation 2 Nation...Coast 2 Coast
Heart 2 Heart is the only way
Heart 2 Heart ...Seeking peaceful days
Heart to Heart ... How are YOU living?
Heart 2 Heart... We’ve got to start Giving
Heart 2 Heart...Take off that phony face
Those that endure righteously win the Race
Let’s call a Truce to this Race War.
See the distraction for what it is.
Rally in the name of Love
Fess up & Learn to forgive
Far too long
we’ve been holding things in
Time to unwind
Find out... Who is the Enemy
Are YOU my friend?
When roles are called where will you stand?
Is your heart too cold to let me in?
Dark as Night... Ready to fight?
Are you sincerely a child of Light?
genuinely humbled
repentant... forgiving & free
Look in the mirror...
Do you still see Evil when you look at me?
We will never see eye2eye
But no one really has to die
If we focus on trying to work it out
At least we’ve got to try
6/26/02
MIS-EDUCATION
By: Robin Asantewaa
cunning minds
of
matured mastery
constantly
steal years and years
effectively
ejaculating learned skills
of
superior stories exemplified
by
feeding fabled untruths
that
misinform and contain
erroneous mistakes
of
life's true color coded
conditions
expert thinkers
of
supremist study
continuously
purloin decade after decade
with
efficient ease
and
artful deceit
and
well read actions
by
consciously maneuvering
misplaced book ends
holding
volumes of concealed modes
stacked in
ordered misery
fabricated forces
of
published power
filched away
centuries and centuries
conveniently
hiding historical pages
of
the Ancestors creations,
education and liberation
authentic non fiction fact
censored
changed
and effectively cataloged
into
crystal clear messages
of
immutable inferior dependency
they smile
complete satisfaction
extending
personal invitations
to
ongoing openings
of
our own excluded libraries
stacked
year after year
decade after decade
century after century
with
consistent statistical data
of our own self hatred
Copyright 2000
The Great White Lie
We
have been beholden
to a venomous fabrication
of
our embellished lives
that has started with
those
underhanded lies
that
drip dry droppings
of seeded untruths
while
planting those in between lies
lined and covered
with
a stale stench
of muck and manure
leaving open
the cracks and crevices
for
those unscrupulous lies
that we
keep slipping and sliding in
while
continuing to fertilize
all oppressive lies
that create
THE GREAT WHITE LIE
That strong ascending lie
that
consciously rises itself
above the lowly field
from
which it sprang
leaping high
into the mouths
of fevered mountains
bursting
it's malevolent manifestation
into an explosion
of
bubbling hot lava
on a meandrous path
saturating
it's infernal roots
by
slowly and skillfully
penetrating and piercing
burning and blistering
the Souls of Black Folks
killing our kindred spirit
as
we lay buried
beneath it's blanket
of boiling devastation
amidst
the hidden identity
of it's bottomless base
That almighty powerful lie
that
has muscled it's way
into the center core
of our
condensed celestial region
causing
clouds shaped like mushrooms
to materialize
into a
deformed seething steam
of angry vapors
spawning
hot acidic rains
descending
pure hellish pain
while
scalding and searing
singeing and scorching
The Souls Of Black Folk
eliminating
the true essence
of our existence
as we
continuously disappear
into it's whirlpool
immersed in the turbulent clutches
of it's eternal deception
And
as it beckons to you
to lay your mind
gently upon it's lore
remember
it's only purpose
is
to perpetrate the growth of itself
while
stripping you of your solidity
bleaching the bareness of your being
and
dissolving you into it?Ts damnation
for
it truly fears
that those among us
who
have escaped it's wrath
and are
free from it's falseness
will one day
filter the fertility of veracity
unleashing
unspoken tremors of truth
steadily
freeing it's prisoners
from their bondage
and
releasing those unknowing
of
THE GREAT LIE
Robin Asantewaa
Copyright 1999
Nigger
(Oppressed Black Man)
Written by Crystal Cartier
Nigger please
That ugly word has brought many proud men to their knees
Nigger this... & Nigger that
That word & whips have broken many spirits & young, strong backs
Nigger stay in your place
Somewhere far behind the respectable Human Race
Nigger studs... shedding blood... because the price of freedom is too
high
Nigger wenches... surviving in bloody trenches
watching her man & her children die
Niggers killing niggers
Cause the white man is out of reach
So niggers kill other niggers for GP out in the street
Niggers stay high... Sleep & dream your lives away
Nigger is just a word ... that has no power today
No power to make me lose my cool
No power to make me feel like a fool
No power to make me feel like wanting to die
No power to goad me into a physical fight
After all that my people have suffered through
Nigger is a compliment... bestowed by fools
too foolish to understand the power of names
Too foolish to realize that it's them that should be ashamed
Nigger please... get up off your knees
Nigger hair spread like full branches of fruit bearing trees
Nigger voices spreading the truth of humility & love
Niggers cursed by Man... But, loved by God above
We've desensitized ourselves by overusing that name
There was a time when that word drove Black folks insane
Insane with anger & humiliation...
Pride forcing us to defend our reputations
But, it doesn't matter... Not anymore
The word nigger is simply a festering sore
Describing a bloody legacy
of racial strife & unjust history
Nigger is just a word designed to belittle me
Instead we've learned to wear it proudly
For after all... Jesus Christ
was a nigger just like me.
So, niggers keep doing the best you can
Because....Nigger simply means... Oppressed Black Man
Nia
(Purpose)
To make our collective vocation the building and developing of our community
in order to restore our people to their traditional greatness.
Commandment #1 - from the Holy Piby
Love
ye one another, O children of Ethiopia, for by no other way can ye love
the Lord your God.
kagiso poetry
Our true leaders : on compromise and the rise of lies
Compromise
may be a trait of the wise
The wise and those of little faith
Because in a war where we feel we can lose
We will take all kinds of political abuse
Where we feel that to compromise
Is an established trait of the wise
And yet we don1t see that truths and rights
Can never be compromised
Without living a life of lies
Where we are driven away from what we know is right
To believe that a dream1s place is only during sleep
At night
But if the masons
Trained in the mysteries of Egypt
Can design and build cities like crypts
Ideally built to house the dead
And then talk about a new world order
Based on rape and plunder
Then I don1t think it is all that hard
For a few of us to completely discard
All this devil nonsense
And bring our people to their excellence
By using our ancient wisdom
To rebuild our afrikan kingdoms
So
if we know what is right
And if we truly sight jah light
How could we ever lose
And therefore what possible use
Could we have for compromise
ras kagiso mpala / colin samuels Harare 1992
African Unification Front
http://www.africanfront.com/
AFRICAN UNION ANTHEM
Let us all unite and celebrate
The victories for our liberation
Let us dedicate ourselves to rise together
To defend our liberty and unity
O sons and daughters of Africa
flesh of the sun and flesh of the sky
Let us make Africa the tree of life
Let all of us unite and work tohgether
To uphold our rights and fight for the cause of freedom
Let us dedicate ourselves to work together
To build up strength in unity and peace
O sons and daughters of Africa
Flesh of the Sun and flesh of the Sky
Let us make Africa the tree of life
Let all of us unite and toil together
To give the best we have to Africa
The cradle of mankind and fount of culture
Our pride and hope at break of dawn
O sons and daughters of Africa
Flesh of the Sun and flesh of the Sky
Let us make Africa the tree of life
I Threw
Out...
Last week I threw out
Worrying,
It was getting old and in the way.
It kept me from being me;
I couldn't do things my way.
I threw out those Inhibitions;
They were just crowding me out.
Made room for my New Growth,
Got rid of my old dreams and doubts.
I threw out a book on My Past
(didn't have time to read it anyway)
Replaced it with New Goals,
Started reading it today.
I threw out childhood toys
Remember how I treasured them so?
Got me a new Philosophy too,
Threw out the one from long ago
Brought in some new books too,
Called I Can, I
Threw out I might, I think and I ought.
Wow! You should've seen the dust.
I picked up this special thing
And placed it at the front door.
I Found It-its called Peace
Nothing gets me down anymore.
Yes, I've got my house looking nice.
Looks good around the place
For things like Worry and Trouble
There just isn't any place.
Its good to do a little house cleaning,
Get rid of the old things on the shelf.
It sure makes things brighter
Thank you God for cleaning up my-self.
-- Author Unknown
A Prayer for You
rodneyc//01
Snow drifts
slowly from a
starless gray
sky.
Silent prayers
between hearts
now fly.
Beauty, love,
joy
and sincerity
Honor, hope,
smiles
and justice
Dreams, friends,
happiness
and liberty
Wonder, excitement,
jubilation
and peace.
My prayer for you -
My all to you I now send,
my peace I give unto you,
my dreams I share with you,
my joy be unto you,
my wonder I want for you,
my hope is that you will be
all that you would long to be
as this new year comes into view.
So love and smile and bring justice
with liberty through peace that all
will be friends and celebrate the jubilee.
POEM FROM BLACK INDIAN
When I hear other
people's pain --
It really messes with my brain --
And my heart ---
And I start to think --
How is this a part of me --
How can I feel their pain --
Know what they're going thru --
I never knew the ones they loved --
Shared their joys, ups & downs --
But I came to see --
We are all connected -- though not perfected
Good & bad -- Happy & sad --
So whether you're here & I'm there --
Don't be afraid to share --
Don't just stop & stare -- wondering what to do --
Do what you'd do for an immediate family member ---
Do what you'd do for someone in your click --
Don't just choose & pick --
We are all connected ---
Please Believe that bit!!
Whether you want to admit it or not --
Whether you want to see it or not --
Whether you want to feel it or not --
It's true -- Yes, It's True!
I know it's easier said than done & sometimes it ain't no fun ---
Just open -- do it anyway -- Hear what I say?
I don't know if you accept poetry type rhymes but I thought I'd
attempt to
share this with you. Have a Great & Safe Day. In Parting .............
Money is Power. Good Health is Wealth. Knowledge is Power & Wealth
............
The Real Power is What "YOU" do with the Knowledge once you acquire
it.
PleaseBelieveIt
Black Indian, TRS
AROUND THE CORNER
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by, and the weeks rush on,
And before I know it a year has gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine if, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
Tomorrow; I say, I will call on Jim
Just to show I am thinking of him.
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner! - yet miles away,
Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today.
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend
Remember to always say what you mean. If you love someone -tell
them.
Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and tell
someone what they
mean to you, because when you decide that it is the right
time, it might
be too late. Seize the day, Never have regrets. Most
importantly stay
