Mixman G- by H.L. Nichols This is for you Homie . . . We’d gather at the top of the block Lacing hip hop beats with jewels Not every kid on the corner is up to no good In blue, a Giant respected in the hood Masterful the scratch . . . Thomas Dolby “Sci . . . Sci . . . Science” he beat dropped So we acquired knowledge Wisdom gained wise words being spoken We contemplated Heaven being The separation from life in death The spiritual essence of Pac and Robert Nesta Marley The funeral for Scot La Rock We could teach the course Yo . . . you can get credit for it We’d become experts on Death and Dying Genocide and death by un-natural causes We thirst for the course called LIFE Can we Christians get the BIBLE out the hearse And serve a living God of humanity I recall a Black Man rendering the Islamic greeting We had that sense of community way back when What does it take to shift a paradigm? The hood needs a revolution Harve, Where does a thought go When you change your mind? He, being Socrates placating me “Plato” he’d say How does one consider Racism Intro to Social Stratification? To study it means nothing if You do nothing to change shit Where does life go when One takes your breath away? Vivir la vida he’d say Is the only question On turntables One . . . Ta . . ta . . Two Mixman G Go deep my Brother Keep Going Deep Who’s going to speak to the truth When the old heads have gone away The Keepers of the Peace A mind is a terrible thing To waste
Posted on: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 09:58:38 +0000
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