KIMELA Attention Beanies… headwraps… and hoods these American streets IS dripping with our people’s blood our people are being murdered in cold blood by the minute inside and outside the hood the police and the government is the real menace lives cut short without a trial or a sentence but we still marching asking the system for repentance …. listen ain’t none of this hell out here gonna change ya’ll begging for justice paid for with black lives ...but still coming up short changed and ain’t nothing new about this here strange fruit they murder our people in cold blood… and we march and go loot… they still gonna shoot They turn witnesses into victims And then tell you the grand jury Found no proof Tell me where all the real real soldiers at when a ma'fuckin cop kill one of ours ain’t no way his chest shouldn’t be wet We don't need no race war We need to target the one Who took one of ours Even the score PRIME just another... shooting to you with an electric EYE... on you for an EYE... I... witness to... that blood stained figure of mine... every dead nigga... a good nigga not really a really a real nigga that that one that ain't... really real to you... no news. the ruthless... uproot of a youth a senseless killing when a tooth for tooth of my kind... ain't ever good... enough for you. and you so... willing to look and walk away so I will not... fall upon my knees nor will I call upon the please of the calm of the god... give me the god of war the storm of your... just us... just not us not knotted by the rope... of your cut throat justice... I would not trust in you... any further than I could spit when I speak my mind if the shoe fits wear it! in ALL the things Im bout... to say I would.... but hope and pray... but not to you... to not be here to sway... like fruit... a moot point... at the end of the days... no still I... at the back of the line... no not back of the bus nor bust cap in my back no... I not to ever.,.. again... fall prey let us pray.... "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee." Ezekiel 25:17 APHRO INGENUE We Won't Die I Woman I Peace But I TIRED As I watch You take from me My Sister My Mother My Brother My Son My Father My Comrade My One Since hate began Born of deep-seeded Jealousy And inability to understand This shaking This taking This yanking from Civilization to Annihilation All because There is Favor And Flava In our Sacrifice? And you see it?!? Yeah, we SEE it!! Fuck a helpless Asking "Why?! How??" Each one Reach one Channel the rebellion Of Kenyatta It's past time for our OWN Mau-Mau!! Let's gather and sup Drink from Umoja's cup Someone bang the Drum As I cook up this Yam Because I won't die I'll galvanize You won't die You'll galvanize W said WE won't die WE'LL galvanize!! © lilbabysoul/Aphro Ingenuity '14 JOE They won't share the evidence can't hear the plea don't shoot me I can't breathe Hello Mr. Wilson my skin is your menace My pigment death sentence I can't breathe. LEELEE can't hear the evidence can't hear the plea don't shoot me I can't breath Hello Mr. Wilson my skin is your menace My pigment death sentence I can't breathe. I'm afraid for you all Because we have fallen victim To this vicious cycle of repetition Violated by vultures who feed On our blood filled veins like vampires Who suck away at us in broad daylight Red Devils dressed in blue That plot to white out all things black Rest in peace Michael Brown They attack us while our backs are turned When will we ever learn that None of this racial profiling will end Until they send all us colored folk To early graves Or return to living our lives as slaves I don't want that engraved on my tombstone What do I tell my sons When they eventually stare down the barrel of a gun? I have to start my GoFundMe account Because the way this road is paved out The money will amount to paying for their bail Or paying off their funeral The unremorsed rituals of these racist rats who wear blue Are Suckin the life out of our young kings daily Their repetitive sins is causing my chest to cave in Its choking me up And I Can't Breathe Chrous: "I can hear my neighbor cryin' 'I can't breathe'/Now I'm in the struggle and I can't leave/Calling out the violence of the racist police/We ain't gonna stop 'til people are free/We ain't gonna stop 'til people are free."