[FREE] DEDICATED TO THE FAMILY OF TROY DAVIS
THE MUSIC...
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Today a mother somewhere cries over the lost life of a child...to the streets...to the streets.
Her tears fall and stain the sheets as she lies in bed...stain the wood of the floor that supports her weight as she rises to go to work.
Last night a father cried tears into the cup that he held in his hand...thinking of his son doing a bid in a white mans version of hell.
Pissy white sheets were just a prelude as crosses burned on lawns and children screamed...houses where the embers rose into darkened skies.
A brother cries right now as he looks at a picture of his brother and hears the cries of what do we do about it...been this way so long.
Pain so strong that it makes a man just wanna grab a gun and buck...fuck some shit up.
To be labled a savage by these same people who bring the disease of drugs into this country...wings of airplanes as angels weep.
Tears fall in a cell somewhere as a human being lives the life of an animal ...pacing in a 10x8...trapped by a rigged fate.
Pillows full of hair as days and nights seem to become one long ass nightmare.
A man somewhere picks up his pen and cries tears of ink onto a piece of paper hoping that they lead to the solving of this miscarriage of just-us.
Dwelling in a constant state of purgatory.
Come now...Let my people go.
HAMZAH FARUQ
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