THE LIONS DEN

{BITTER MEDICINE}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS HEALING...
http://youtu.be/8TIHev31ugc


I who you thought had been beaten to submission have become the catalyst for your destruction.

The lessons learned in the ghetto where your police roam unabated, the fuel for the fires of your consumption.

Me as a status on your quo.

Your whip the jail cell having made I stronger... we as a people coming from its depths have the potential to tear down it walls.

Uncle Sam ain't done a damn thing for we except put his foot on our neck.

Held us down.

Some of having grown tired of this shit city Babylon seek to be free...

Looking for the blue skies and sunny days.

Trying to find a better way to sing a soothing song to our people, ease us out of this coma we seem to be in.

Patterns drawn hieroglyphic on pyramids of steel and glass that shine in this white mans utopia...

Bridges and project walls made of concrete.

The black mans hell where he fights among his own.

Wearing tribal colors while committing drive by's where innocence dies bleeding into gutters.

Is carried away as a mothers wails pierce the skies...

Her child is gone to meet the maker and her heart is rent apart.

He or she has become the statistic...

A number on a piece of paper, filed away to be used in the next election.

A politician smiling down from the pulpit on a Sunday... Smiling at the Martin Luther King rally.

Red for the Blood of Africans and Native Americans... Blue for the lumps and bruises ... White for the people who stole it all and ain't giving none back.
I who you thought you had beaten into submission have become the medicine man.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY