Protest

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destinie21
destinie21
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I got this ache in my chest
and I can't breathe or take one more breath

Unless

I

protest


I must confess
 that what I have to say
ain't the gospel
and I don't claim to be a prophet
and this time I'm not out to make a profit
see I have to repent
for the youth I misspent
the years when the truth was on the tip of my tongue
but I held back
afraid of the backlash.

The years when conforming was enough for me
and this rebellion of being a lyrical hellion

was hidden behind a dirty halo
to scared to speak up.
when I knew what was up.
I had my back to the light
and my face was turned to the shadows
I was to intelligent or maybe just to shallow
to see that it was me who was in the way.

Everybody thought I was hollow
but I was full of it .
To full of shit to spit a verse
that would strike a chord of truth
to much of a fool to see the proof.

See that's why I gotta stand up now
and speak what I know
it’s time to be raw
I gave up fear a long time ago

I don't care about hurt feelings
though it's not my intent.
And you can say I'm wrong
and that may be true,
but if I'm wrong
it's up to you to disprove what I'm saying.


Bring it on and be the next generation.
Bring a lyrical uprising to a
nation united in
turning a deaf ear
like they can't hear the wake up call.

See I know it's a comfort to
conform and return to a world of rose colored glasses,
and be part of the masses.


But I'm a weapon of mass destruction
under instruction to bring
reconstruction
To an unstructured world


In Jamaica Queens
They call me Dr. Bombay
cuz they be like

"Calling Dr. Bombay, calling Dr. Bombay. Emergency! Come right away!"


post 9/11
Brave new world
Who will save the new world?
Who will bring the new word
to be recorded in history's page?


Will we be the generation
decides to rage

Like rage against the dying of the light
and rage against the coming of the night
and rage to be rid of wrong
and rage in the name of all that is right.

I'm not talking about by any means necessary
and I'm not talking about means to an end
all I talking about is knowledge to
ensure that our physiological slavery ends

Put out a search light
and research
If you're a he search
if you're a she search
and we can search
and re-search

Cuz all I want is answers
and if I can't get answers I want to at least be a cause for questions.

destinie21
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