This a poem I wrote a couple of years ago check it out.
I was took from my home snatched from my father and mother
They put me in the hands of these light skinned muthafuckas
Mama said its gon' be alright 'cause they got love for us
But they got me and my brother stacked on top of each other
We got chained together
I wonder if we'll remain together
He ain't moved in a while and I can't help him
If he dead it ain't no tellin
I wonder if its poison in this air I'm inhailin'
But it don't make it no better with all this shit that I'm smellin'
All the yellin and screamin, I still don't know if I'm breathin
If I could only break these chains, the shit I'd do to these demons
Steamin, and I don't know where I'm goin
I'm one of the few who made it across this ocean
When I finally saw the sun
I thought I was free at last
Until I saw the chains and shackles as I walked my dreadful path
For cash, not gold, they got me
He said boy you comin with me
I went with him, straight to a place called Mis-si-sip-pi
I always said that I'd be, dead in a grave,before I'm ever a slave
But I wanna live, so it's just gon have to be that way
I would try to run, but look what they did to Kunta Kente
They speakin in tounges so I can't understand what him say,
All I know is,yes masta, and bring my head to a nod
I didn't know about hope until they told me about this thing called God
One lady know how to read
So she taught me the Bible
But I'm still wondering about the day when I'm gon get to see this idol
I'm spiteful and I'm out here all day sweatin
And this southern summer sun ain't helpin
I don't know the last time I had some rest and
I see some coloreds in the big house
I know it ain't cause they brighter than me
I figured it out, Its cause they skin lighter than me
They take control of our women and they get away with it
I heard about Ms. Tubman, but she still ain't paid my ass a visit
I'll be free one day, I just gotta keep livin
Ima do it for my children
But, everyday I feel like dyin
And when I pray to the Lord, He tell me hold on, stop cryin
And keep on tryin
They say they fightin for us
So one day we'll be free and it'll all be over
I can say bye to this plantation and turn the other shoulder
Emancipation done came, that's what Abe Lincoln told us
I can't make it on my own
To survive and be a man they never showed us
They say nothin can stop us, we can be lawyers and doctors
I could be what I wanted to be
So I had to educate me
So I went to Alabama to a school founded by somebody like me
An ex-slave named Washington, first name Booker T.
To a school called Tuskegee
I worked hard and got a degree, but I still couldn't see
I was blinded by this devil and I still wasn't free
A lot of folks left, but I couldn't leave my folks
Fuck the North, and all them jobs in Detroit and Chicago
Maybe I shouldve went, cause of this bitch Jim Crow
He tellin me where I can sit, and the places I can go
I don't feel like a man, I feel like a hoe
What its like to be a free man, I'm ready to know
They think we satisfied cause we got the right to vote
They don't care what we want, so that don't even matter no mo'
They say the country's depressed, but I've been feelin like that
I've been workin so hard, and I still aint made scratch
So I tried my hand at sports, learned how to pitch and catch
Fuck Babe Ruth, I'd rather watch Josh Gibson's bat
I quit 'cause they ain't carin' bout no Birmingham Black Baron
Major leagues didn't see how we pack game until Jackie came
And they got me goin to war for these crackers a-gain
But this time I ain't goin out like a lame
I know some niggas in Tuskegee that know about flyin some planes
The fightin's been in my spirit, and now I've got a lil' fame
But I'm comin back to the states and shit is still the same
Plus I know some niggas ready to fight and die for a change
They got my nephew visitin from Chi, Rest In Peace Emmett Till
Now they got me amped with my gun and I'm ready to kill
Dr. King told me no violence, nigga you gots to chill
Ms. Parks sat in the front of the bus, they took her ass to jail
They think they got us scared
In the Gump we walkin, boycottin, I dont ride the bus no mo'
This non-violence seems like its workin, my gun ain't ready to bust no mo'
But since they got them girls killed on Sixteenth Street
I done re-upped my weapon, and got me some more heat
I'm tired of walkin and being left in the cold
Then everytime I'm in Birmingham, I get hit with a hose
I keep tellin myself I can't act a fool with them
But they hit me with rocks in Little Rock, for tryin to go to school with them
Now they busin us to they schools so we can learn with them
We shouldve stayed our ass put, now we gon' burn with them
JFK gon' change it all, that's what they tell us
But I'm tired as hell from walkin from Montgomery to Selma
I'm gettin beatdown and I'm tired in this fight for freedom
I'm pissed cause they just killed two of my leaders
They shot Malcolm and Martin
I'm screamin Black power and what's goin on with Marvin
Look like I came up, but it's niggas still starvin
Now I'm smokin' and sniffin', feelin high and heavenly
But I'm a free man now, that's what they tellin me
They took me from poverty in the rural slums to the big city
I went from strugglin in the dirt to strugglin in these streets
But it don't matter cause I'm in the spotlight now
It's blacks that know how to succeed but won't teach the less fortunate how
I got they same greed as the white man now
Now I'm killin my brothers, stabbin them in the back
Plus now I'm hooked on this shit called crack
I'm smokin it and sellin it to my friends and family
Instead of helpin me, my own folks say they can't stand me
And the money I make is goin straight to these devils
Cause I got their expensive tastes
Like foreign cars, and diamonds with bezels
Now the kids in my hood want to look like me
So they grow up thinkin that they gotta be a crook like me
Call my women bitches and hoes cause I think that I'm a mack that way
I used to respect them, maybe it'll get back that way
They don't even respect they self, so they think they gotta act that way
But it's all my fault cause thats how I treat 'em
I'm just like them ole crackers when I decieve 'em, fuck 'em, leave 'em, and beat 'em
It's the new millenium, and I still ain't got freedom
Bush got me fightin in wars and don't give a fuck about me
I complain about him, but I don't give a fuck about me
But the way I'm goin now, I'll never see free
Danny L. McDaniel
(c) 2004
P.S.
It's been time for niggas 2 stand up and be men
All that bullshit is over with