Loudspeaker

I SPEAK

let my ink run over like pots boil

with the widows olive oil

go inside and shut the door

come back out with so much more

I SPEAK

must be  favor for good behavior

like a trustee I'm not rusty trust me

I'm no newbie back in my days

we smoked doobies we didn't

get killed for chucks and wallabies

I SPEAK

unfortunately we still  got harassed

by officers of the law

those times done flew by

and they were not good times

there was blood in the streets

I SPEAK

we had to fight to stay on our feet

now it has looped back around

we are at repeat casting stones

at the police like it's the Middle East

I SPEAK

I speak of this war in the streets

of Bmore how can we be more if

we can't run to the store

shootings killings riots lootings

we continue to bleed more

I SPEAK

we need not ask what for

this country was built on war

no blood no revolution

I SPEAK

turn back the pages to

when we were black too many

of us crossed the county line and forgot

about that in order to move forward

we must fight them back tooth and nail

I SPEAK

“TURN THE OTHER CHEEK”?

we are already in hell

how many times do they have to

pound us in the ground before

we feel those nails

I SPEAK

though fighting back gives them

more reason to take us back

to when we repeatedly begged

them to call the dogs off

while they tried to wash

the black off of us

I SPEAK

no one ever stopped to ask

"WHAT DID WE DO WRONG"

getting along singing our songs

no cotton picking religion

I SPEAK

when we are off the chain

they take Satan off the leash

coz the last thing they want is

for us to be free

I SPEAK

may less blood spill and power

flow to the people