I got shit to do
America romanticizes the old war story
Heroes, ammos, guns, blood guts and glory
And no wonder the majority wants a war with Iraq
Even if only 15% know where it’s at on a map
With our backs against a stockpile of weaponry
Enough to turn the earth into a memory, ‘cept there’ll be
No one to remember this planet
If it happens god damn it, if I get drafted today
I swear to God, Jah, Allah and Yahweh
I’ll toss the letter away and I’ll pull a Cassius Clay, In the military
Minorities comprise the majority, Surprised? are you kidding me?
The lies rely on brown bodies to fight for white puppet masters
I cannot fathom how the caged bird drinks
Until he thinks he is free
A critical mass between the heavenly future, and a hell of a past, now
"Glitoris triptych, panel 2"
From the triptychs series
For some reason Tumblr removed this image, so here it is again.
She liked poetry said “I’ll read you mine”
I’ll never lead you blind or feed you swine
If you would be mine, it would be sublime
But I still need some time for beats and rhymes.