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Freedom Before My Lost Brother

Freedom before my lost brother

They march before the rising sun with guns at six
We stand before sun down with signs of freedom

Who really marches to the same drum? 
When my hand have been blown off for beat
The beat, the beat, the beat

As he races from the explosion of freedom in his chest
For freedom
To escape this tide of hate
That swept us slaves of red, white and blue

And he is nothing like before when hate took him away
He is a man at six and we are still children as adult
War took my hands and feet I am no solider
I fight for freedom not money
You fight so this tide will not cross-oceans and sands

We fight here for food and light
And light, to breathe, to die for family
Across the ocean hand my son an ak-47
And he will march and kneel before God for forgiveness

Hand my brother a ruger and he will stand in the shadows for American greed
Greed in the land of freedom and hope, black in the shadows
And mother can mend wounds here across the oceans she can only dial 
Extensions..... 
Of relief
Mother over there must know how to be doctor and surgeon, and warrior for the 
Next 
Generation to survive, to live

We cannot procreate; we are the ends of mankind
With bombs in the hands of babies
To extend our left hand of hate across the ocean, across towers of hope

We must all be the same here a million mile from each other
My skin dictates that I hate, be hated, I rape, be raped
I bleed red, white and blue
Watching in shock, disbelief as red, white and blue goes up in flames in the 
Ashes of the wind just like you

Freedom can never come to me here before her with that torch 
My mother across  the ocean must be sending me a package of death to kill my 
four father
Your four father because my complexion means that no one can see me
 I am a lost brother, forgotten sister 
 Hated child with no hands, no hands in freedom

March me before television cameras, signs of peace, and words of love
I am still a lost brother............ before truth
But you knoe me so well..
From the the same box that caused my cousins in your land to be hung
Money means nothing here, Money means every thing beside her with the torch
Pass it to me so I may freedom---the truth

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You Are With a Child I Am Not Here Anymore

Where are you brother for flesh that sizzles for me?
We ache together and cry apart in arms of lovers
Foreign to us as spirits in the air
God before man, Lovers but happy, yet hating this life
And we loved each embrace but hated the end, the beginning I died in between
In the arms of my lover, my sin, my hates face
And they whisper about things they can’t understand 
I forgot
I died, and he lies in you now
Happy little girl, happy man
And I lay way over there far away
Best stay that way
Adios, Adios amigo of Diablo
And I died there among the ashes
And I cried alone in her
And me, And I am more now not like before
Solo and he knew it, can’t claim ashes she burnt up away in the air
You can only catch piece of her, pieces of what she use to be nothing to you
Burning her in the air before a new world
Hate me please
Because she will never truly hate you like before
She saved herself from past
Where you still remain in youth in that little girl
Good bye man, Goodbye
Pick up your fallen flower and run just like before
Its best beast that’s what you like
I remember
I forgot all the good things you were 
Not
What you said at the beginning I died at the end
And all that is left is you’re fallen flower on the floor
Damaged goods that little girl, used by all those before you
And I am not bitter why be heard beast I knew the real you she got the copy false 
eyes, liar
Oops that’s me I know nothing she knows the real you
Goodbye, Goodbye

Because he was more intelligent than her she knows nothing
Uh huh and they all remember when he left
Uh huh and she forgot and he remains now in you be happy
Carry your disease infested butt right back to the pits of hell far from her.

Cause she needs the heat and you frozen in the center of her heart
And he will melt you away just like before
Goodbye enemy of mine wrapped beneath a friend/hate
Catch you latter with that child near me
Right here
Minus the one that still hurts!!!

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Jump

Jump
Jump up and release her
And I will
Because you were not man enough to
You jumped up and catch her
And he wont he left her here to die
With hate in her belly
He could never care for a child
Cause he hates the heart under his ribs
And he told me so
Smothered in the light of life
Struggling to be free
And I ran to catch her soul like her shadow
And left her behind to die
And she will before me
Life, Honesty
I knew him before he was stained with your breath
Corruption of decay
You died inside me
Capture that girl
Who is dieing to be me
Nothing
Vanished in you
Empty
A choice
Mine
A death yours
Jump

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Before We Existed They Were At War

In arms with each other encircled
In lovers’ battle, cousins under the same blazing sun
And we hate them the same as they hate each other
Can’t change the sun or move those storms were just waves in an ocean of hate.
And we are dieing to be accepted by those we drag in the mud
Behind station wagons, and hung, and burned their sacred places
For fun, with guns like words and bullets handed like bread to their children.
And safe with towers to the ground we just rebuild our hate
Right hand world service, left hand holding bombs for babies
Not our children I know the future it states black ashes will rain from heaven
And we are not the same, blended and they still hating us, left us behind, to die in 
white, nothing holy
That cross we burn here in front of their homes is the same one we place on 
their foreheads to save them, burnt in their flesh
Freedom
And I am Christian, Muslim, Hindu, and Buddhist, Jewish
And we love and kill the same breathe of life in us just as we will do you cousin
America is atheist no religion yet we send our brothers and sister with right hand 
bibles and left hand guns Ak-47 freedom
Freedom and we love our cousins; my cousins marched with assault weapons 
before them in the oceans of American pride.
Freedom before us as a truly free nation….
And she knows the truth about them all
Unheard, but aware of the future of this earth
Mother……………

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Little Boy Caught Between Blocks of Past and Present Before

Little boy caught between blocks of past and present before freedom
Mommies not here anymore she ran for her first love
Daddies don’t care anymore he is behind that war line
And I am a warrior now with these bullets at six
Parents sold me to the slave master on the block
I must work to survive
Ancestor plowed the field I plow their minds
At six before you a new hustle
Rappers try to capture my soul in words
Words don’t mean nothing here
Because parent don’t mean anything here
Before this hell I am free in my mind
Spelling and math don’t mean  nothing here
Slave on the block
Once I make something out of nothing daddy will return
Mommies still is with her first love, first love
And I am one of a million right under the flag
Under the ground, slave on the block
Nothing is the only word I learned from master here on the block 
Sold by my mother to this life, this life is all I got
Sunlight creeps in above 4:00 cause that’s what my brother says
I claim him cause he three and sick with AIDS they tell me he will die
His parents left him for their first love
Master says we are safe from the man next door who loves children to death
I work the block my brother works in the store
I make more but he is related to master
Brother can read at three, I think he is three he is smaller I am bigger
I work hard on the block, real hard beyond my age
I hustle, what ever that means, I hustle and you think I am a juvenile 
I am a man at six with the world before me 
Shhhh!! Quiet don’t talk master is coming I must go to bed.

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His Darkness Can'T Consume Me Anymore

His darkness can’t consume me anymore
Dust in my eyes from the truth within the world
Dust in the eye’s of God, tornados and tidal waves destroying us
And beneath deep in the earth she will swallow you
White with hate for the light above,
Above and white she is the real woman, the real beginning in hate
But darkness is the end?
Yes but, light is the in between where I reside
Between her white lie and his dark hate
Light is the in between swallowed by false men
Black brother holding her hand
My light, my light
I shall send you closed to her deep in the earth brother, father
Deep where your white lies in fear of the light
Because you covet the light
Let light go I have her in the bosom of the sun
Here in front of the earth where she hates light to reside
Here with me until night returns Alaskan nights have ended Sweet death in the 
air, the smell of you in the earth rotten with hate 
I am woman, the poison that will rebuild the earth
Light resides in me, and will reside in me again
Away night my days are ahead of me light before me in this tunnel of hate light 
behind me I see freedom
I tasted freedom from darkness his hand reaches to pull me back in to darkness 
light reaches before me and…………………..
Freedom from this man can only be achieved with the love of my child

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Here Before This Tide

I watched as they rolled you across the floor
I listened to the entire roar of anger, flood of tears
Before me after you
And sat in silence in front of the crowd, the audience of doubt
And simply melted into myself, melted into me not to feel pain
Above this earth and bone I lifted myself to watch
They whispered in white about this love, this life, this man, this wife
Watching won't be good enough anymore when bellies grumble
Little hand extend from heaven for loaves of bread
Keeping crying he isn't here anymore
Keep watching and waiting he is not coming back
There he goes across this bright floor shadows, shadows of his soul arise
They need you now without that doubt chained to him across that floor
Why cry, why wonder, why wait she will push him now
Before his new crowd, before his new life, before.......
               Nothing
                           nothing
                                       Remains of  him
                   But silence as I sit here watching time stand still as my children 
                                                       play with memories of you inside their growling 
                                                                                                       bellies

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Hand Me Forgiveness For All Your Evil

Hand me forgiveness for all your evil
Hands can hold this head above the water
These hands held me through tough times
When I could not breathe, could not see they guided
These hands now hold me under the water
Drowning what used to be good in me
My hand scramble for release
Let go, let go and be free
I did and those hand returned in the night to strangle life from me
Gasping for air, let go, let go
When the light shined from heaven on me and I felt almost free
A faint noise retuned me to my body
Those hands know nothing of me
For my hands now have ascended to a new dimension for that beneath God’s 
sun
For that which shall remove those hands from him, for that is my destiny
To remove idle hands from you
Idle hands from earth
These hand can hold my child, those hands can squeeze me tight
These hands can paint peace, those hands have created war
Those hand will continue until God opens your heart, I will open you heart
These hands will delete your life for the betterment of …..
Hands before me again, and I see those hand before be bound by…..
My hands hold signs of freedom and I am smiling at hands
 No more ripping, pulling, bruising the life within from ……
They stole life and these hands holds life, holds life
My hands are no longer bound by past event of evil 
I forgave myself; these hands hold me at night

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My Children

My Children
Open to the truth of this world
Open like the arms of a child to a parent
Father is closed to his child
Small and lose
Crying in the arms of hate
Mother why sell us for freedom

Where freedom is sweet
Sweet like the honey suckle in spring
Chasing the wings if a eagle
Father release us
Mother catch it; catch it among the eyes of hate
And we cry right here in arms of hate
Their twisted hate

Skeletal remains of family
In the arms of the hungry
In the arms of the lonely
Father where are you
Mother why is……………..


Snatched my soul from my body
I watch beneath
Beneath evil of his breath
Their hands
Hands snatching my soul
Father why
Forsake us children
God left us here to die