Birth of a Nation, Revisited
Birth of a Nation, Revisited.
Yo, In this birthing of new imagination,
Competitive flows stifle my creativity,
But in the inertia of lifting my sisters,
I am catapulted to new day and night dreams of joy,
My budget is tight cause’ I care more about poverty than riches,
And my freestyle flow is kinda weak, cause I’m a geek from the suburbs,
But God loves me still the same,
Tupac, Breed, Clapton, Mayard, prophets spanning generations,
Barak, a new kind of king that trades his crown for true democracy,
Democrats prayin’, Yo that’s a new day dawning,
Cause now its all over,
Cause when progressives start seekin’ the Divine,
That’s the whole code cracked,
Yo this path I walk is tired,
Yo this path I walk is tumultuous,
But when I see Barak steppin’ out of shells of racist idolatry and uniting a nation,
Then I know I chose correctly.
Yo this path I walk is tired,
Yo this path I walk is tumultuous,
But when I see apostles speekin’ of justice, mercy, and faith instead of straining
over gnats of imposed sexuality, and swallowing camels of foreign fears,
Then tears flow, and I know its all worth it baby!!
Just me and Jesus, Just you and Jesus, Praisin’, Worshippin’, and putting up
free swim centers in the projects,
What a Nation!
Not quite yet, but in the makin’
I can’t quite taste it, but I can see it,
And seeing is the beginning.
Yo can it be, I ask you?
Can it be, that we be the first Rome to voluntary step off its thrown of hubris,
To step off its thrown of unjust domination,
Economic silos destroying other folks sense of belonging,
And say to the World, “Yo God loves us, However you conceive of her, she loves
us, and that’s enough, so let’s party!!”
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2007
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