In Florida.. on a cold and rainy night.
A young Black Man lost his life.
And We yelled..
That ain't right.. That ain't right.
And to show.. this murder wasn't no good..
We wore our Hoods. We took pictures..in our Hoods. We...posed...in our Hoods.
And we Marched. And we protested....
We wanted this murderer..arrested.
Then...out the shadows..someone had a solution.
ITS TIME.. FOR THE ...
REVOLUTION.
Oh yeah.. We gonna take a Stand.
We tired of the Injustices perpetrated on the BLACK MAN.
We tired of this...BULLLLL..SHIT.
And WE gonna FIGHT...until WE..Git...
Just..Us.
Wellll.. I've been standing on the Front Line.
And the only face I see... is Mine.
Where are those folks who posed in their Hoods???
Tellin folks what they shouldn't or Should...
Do?
Where are the Soldiers in this New Revolutionary Army?
Cause when I go to the Headquarters...
Its...just Me.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
But all I hear...
Is Silence...
But.. The Black Man is still a victim of Hatred and Violence.
Fake ass Revolutionaries.. with your Fake ass speeches.
Talking bout being on the Playing field..
but always in the Bleachers.
None of em gonna eva do shit..
Before you remember...
you already forget...
About the REVOLUTION.
And there will never be a solution...
Half you mutha fuckas too high to fight.
so... lets give up on this revolutionary shit..
Aiiight??
Its over.. so go back to your smokin and drinkin..
go back to your "comfortable" thinking.
That is.. till the next Outrage..
when all you fake ass Revolutionaries..
come out your Monkey ass Cages.
E.c. 20120613
