Everything is all right
No need to fight anymore
Who wants to fight anyway?
Without a cause to fight for


It's all in how you play the game
Said the referee
With the gameboard upside down
I landed on bankrupt four centuries ago
And went to jail without a chance card
I'm not a criminal
Actually, I didn't do it
But everybody says that
Everybody says that
So I jump on the backs
of generations of blacks
Attached to different causes
At once, slaves for the white man
And slaves to a dream
Now we're slaves to a name brand
Slaves to the green
Slaves to drugs and temptation
Slaves to territory and reputation
Slaves to our addictions and inner torments
Slaves to violence and ignorance
Slaves to our stereotypes
And slaves to our
crabs in a bucket
Just fuck it swagger
With sex at the tip of our lips
Everywhere you look
Voluptuous black women, swinging their hips
Rappers behind them giving out instructions
Drug deals, and no snitching pitches self destruction
Young black boys quitting school making beats in the basement
No child left behind, but if we turn around
It's children we're faced with
Teenage mothers pushing illegitimate babies down sidewalks
Talks of peace and acceptance
Yet hate and rejection force our children to be
self-concious since conception
Protecting old mantras of secrecy, ignoring abuse in the black family
Black men afraid of gays, afraid of committment
afraid of Black women, afraid of looking soft
Holding onto their dicks for dear life
Not realizing that if you're afraid of everything, it's already lost
Black women without self-respect, no man will complete you...you're already lost
With no father who had no father who had no father who had no father
Why bother to give an example to the next generation
When this demographic has become emaciated

As sad as a drunkard reminiscing his greatness
No need for pride any more, the time is getting too late for this
Schools taught by White Skin
Skipping vital lessons
No respect or knowledge for the brown skinned men
of the past who paved the way
Children calling out "Nigga Please!" on Martin Luther King day
Comparing ourselves to Jesus Christ
In the same sentence yelling, "Fuck my baby mama"
We sell tales of apathetic self-destruction to the White man
And they sell it to their children's impressionable minds, who buy into the drama
With self-defamation on our business card
Selling entertainment laced with ignorance and
Being cantankerous and moody, mistaken for being hard
Making excuses for abuses, common sense takes a back seat
I don't care what anybody says,
A child does not deserve to be shot
Because they were standing in the street
If a woman is being unreasonable, she does not deserve to be beat
Like a man
But the roles are reversed
And the black woman is the new Black man
Only in neighborhoods, where they can
get away with it
Equality surrounds us, on four sides all the same
The gameboard is a square, face side up
but it's how you play the game

But...everything is all right
No need to fight anymore
Who wants to fight anyway?
Without a cause to fight for

Life breathes
Like a person
Inhaling long and deep
Expanding and growing
Filled with particles
In rapid motion
And exhales
Contracting tightly
Shrinking to the bare minimum
Giving you nothing more but your space
And potential
And with the same eyes
Looking out on the same planet
It can be this big
Or this small
Depending on a breath

I want to love you
I want to love you so much that I can taste it
Like white wine swirling around my tongue and traveling down my throat
Bringing warmness to every inch of my insides
I want to love you so that the thought of your very being
Spreads throughout me, giving comfort to every crack and corner of my soul
I want to love you so that you will never want another
You will never look any further
You will become the living manifestation of every cliche there is about love
I want to love you so much that I bring warmth to your cold days
And a breeze on the sun
I want to be the water to your glass
I want to fill you up and precipitate your outer layer
I want to rekindle hope for mankind with my love for you
Starting with you
I want to love you
So can I?

Step into the atmosphere
One foot at a time
The natives speak Swahili
Backwards through their minds
So that no one understands
The universal language, it's a rhythm
So I tap my feet to my own shit
Who needs an audience?

Let's toast to this planet
Beautiful and backward
And while I don't sing the national anthem
I know the words to the song
And silently
I pray that it's enough to hold me over

I scream out and returned is the echo of other voices. I am given four options in a world of unlimited choices. I am crawling up a wall, but the wall's descending down. I am formally dressed, but represented as a clown. The sound of other voices echo and the muffled groans go mute. The words I heard, the words I hear are false but labeled as the truth. To lead me is to kill me and to touch me is to die. To take me, shape me, make me, shake me is to take me from my high. I'm just so high I have not reached the heights my heart would have me rise. My body floats into the heavens, breaking all my earthly ties. I am a flower growing beautifully, but withering with ease. You cannot pluck me from my element, my beauty, it will cease. I am given three options in a world of unlimited choices. Choking the life that has yet to be born, has yet to be given a voice. And so how can this amateur be on their own? If this amateur's not trusted to make it alone. Amd the warnings of fate as a prison cell evolve. But the prison cell of fate's not a prison at all. I am given two options in a world of unlimited choice. To die or to live by another man's voice. And as fate would have it, they force me to choose. But is fate forced, of course not, fate could never lose. The ones who imprison me broke free from the prison cell of fate. But this amateur is still locked in, the amateur could not escape. She is given one option in this world of unlimited choice. And this option is the option you take with no voice. And this option is not a choice in the least. With only one option decision has ceased. And I breathe in the warm scent of freedom, of air. And remember whose with me, whose always been there. Ultimatums exist in a world with no choices. Are thrown out in desparate fear by scared voices. Are voiced in the night, through the echoes of cries. And bounced off the walls until quickly they die. And left with no choice in the prison cell of fate. I am given unlimited options in the world I create.