Decree

Let the dead rest. Come visit the living. See the conditions we're living in. Buildings in rubbles. No food in the kitchen. All I see are white hats grimacing. Wishing for relief, but peace has come up missing. This isn't even war. This is more like indiscriminate extermination facing extinction. Nation less without a face, yet hatred doesn't define our existence. Word to standing rock. Where the rock at? Word to Syria, I wish we could take them bombs back. Word to my mothers who gave birth to crack. I blame the Feds for that. So word to my dudes upstate. In blues doing all day with no news of a date. Freedom is a state of mind and I hope you can find that place. See, I've tasted sewage water. Soaked in chlorine pouring through our faucets.
I saw em try to kill us off by altering our fathers.
Export em, deport em, and leave us all fatherless. I see the framework. See, how their little frames hurt. How their veins burst. Frustration, at how the world turns. And you can see it in plain dirt. When the dust settles, you can hear how the gears work. In rotation. Awake your frontal lobe station. We are not geography, but rather a destination. And this is my biography. No story. Just a revelation. How you can turn defeat to glory by practicing patience. We survived by it. Gathered our strength. And though our eyes couldn't hide it. Courage fastened and we clasp hands and defied it.
So as automatics ring. A monster shrieks foul in high noon and you can hear the bell tolls sing.
Evacuate all building the town crier spoke.
Women and children first, as he looked towards the friar and hoped. Gave the sign of the cross and thought, where is God oh Lord.! But there was no retort. This is man's war. This is man's plan cause we fear what we can't control. Four scores and a couple hundred years ago. We stipulated the abolishment of slavery with gold.
Meaning if you're poor, colored, or a criminal, you can be stripped of your human role. Now I'm an animal.