you, me, & priority...(an ole dog's flashback blues rap)

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got to start timing

my time

because when it

comes to mine

don’t have much

left here to stay

so let me get on

with what

i have to say

and don’t know

if i can keep

this rhythmic flow

as i continue to go

but assure you an

awareness beat

so before you

fall asleep

let me move

on my friend

and you’ll soon see

the situation we’re in

and maybe comprehend

before we reach the end

that you may know

where we need to go,

and how much we

need to sow

the fertile hued seeds

we really needed to grow…

 

there’s this oppressor

syndrome

that has infested our village

home

causing so much painful

hurt

bleeding blood into the hood’s

dirt

we need to get

our reality together

knowing

we are not here

to murder one another:

father

            mother,

sister

            brother

nor any of the other…

 

 

i’m not talking

to the syndrome

dead

but to those

still here with brains

ticking in your

head…

let’s return

our weary eyes

to the ever

fought for prize…

not halting

here at

the mountaintop

but sojourning

without another stop

through

the valley

of the shadows

of death

stepping the footprints

the ancestors left…

 

let us reconcile

one another

in amazing grace,

as we move on to

liberating our

weary oppressed

race

if we’re going to

arrive where

we ought

to be,

it’s gone

have to be

because of you,

me, and

our priority…

in sanitizing                      

this conundrum

and its filthy debris:

 

in these words

i’m laying

hoping you’re

grasping what

i’m saying

‘bout you

me

and our

immediate

priority:-

 

 

 

 

 

 

you, me, & priority…

(an ole dog’s flashback blues-rap)

 

 

 

got to start timing

my time

because when it

comes to mine

don’t have much

left here to stay

so let me get on

with what

i have to say

and don’t know

if i can keep

this rhythmic flow

as i continue to go

but assure you an

awareness beat

so before you

fall asleep

let me move

on my friend

and you’ll soon see

the situation we’re in

and maybe comprehend

before we reach the end

that you may know

where we need to go,

and how much we

need to sow

the fertile hued seeds

we really needed to grow…

 

there’s this oppressor

syndrome

that has infested our village

home

causing so much painful

hurt

bleeding blood into the hood’s

dirt

we need to get

our reality together

knowing

we are not here

to murder one another:

father

            mother,

sister

            brother

nor any of the other…

 

 

i’m not talking

to the syndrome

dead

but to those

still here with brains

ticking in your

head…

let’s return

our weary eyes

to the ever

fought for prize…

not halting

here at

the mountaintop

but sojourning

without another stop

through

the valley

of the shadows

of death

stepping the footprints

the ancestors left…

 

let us reconcile

one another

in amazing grace,

as we move on to

liberating our

weary oppressed

race

if we’re going to

arrive where

we ought

to be,

it’s gone

have to be

because of you,

me, and

our priority…

in sanitizing                      

this conundrum

and its filthy debris:

 

in these words

i’m laying

hoping you’re

grasping what

i’m saying

‘bout you

me

and our

immediate

priority:-