Tookie Knows

Do U do it for free or just let it be,

The south as the fed official dreams,

For free from your start of words surrounding me,

My choice of color as my family raised,

An insignificant future by the right man ways,

Putting negroes on bunk status,

Delayed from getting paid,

All eyes on free, the desire to hold any and all of overtime’s fade,

Yet U cant see the collection of skulls balling apart,

Chopping the tree trunk from the eyes of the dark,

This right man walks before the negroes can think,

Righteous sakes the books he collected from the negroes sink,

Do u do it for free in a trail of dust,

Or is your head just off from cavities beat up,

What right man’s God do U think gives U peace,

Then use your death as a sacrifice U need,

Along the way the light takes you as a prisoner,

Under pressure the light edges what U have surrendered.