Revolutionary
I went from ghetto living
And the ghetto kind of days
To being up out of it
And to seeing better days.
Now the truth stays
And my mind plays,
in a blessed way
defying the lie defining me
in my early days.
I keep my goal within my gaze
Cause these crazy days
Threaten to take what I have away,
So I script a flow
And let it go upon a page.
Not in depression wallowing
Knowing pride swallowed my way.
I’ve been Broken down and rebuilt,
To a better stage and phase,
From dark age living
To a renaissance age.
the worlds my stage.
Free from all bonds and shackles,
So I tackle the shackles
That keep others locked up
in their own personal cage.
Righteously enraged
As we’re all headed for the grave.
When truth is confessed
It finds way to manifest
as The Words of Life
Are read from my Bibles Page.
Quiets not kept
But the world still slept.
A servant so humble
That even the Master Wept.
So I’m done with reminiscing
The past and pieces still missing.
I’m with God on a higher mission
breaking people out of bondage
Like atoms splitting, nuclear fission.
It’s for the souls of men I’m fishing.
Wishing that wells were only used for water
Instead of actual wishing..
Just keep the peace and listen.
Fools gold also glistens.
Don’t be deceived with what’s perceived,
Strive for a higher purpose
ready for a blessing
To be received.
But as for me,
I’m half man
And half amazing.
Lacing flows together
Recording in the basement.
Face it..
Honestly,
It’s gotta be the cost of honesty..
I’m paying to be the boss,
So you know
Life’s still accosting me.
I shouldn’t still be alive
I’m an anomaly.
Like a prophecy..
Cause even a prophet be given
Instructions to live properly.
Everything I have is God’s property.
So I should probably
Be more grateful for living.
Humble in my stance
In the Presence of God’s Sovereignty.
I’m constantly admitting
trials and tribulations
Keep me stumbling and tripping.
Overcoming when I get up,
I gotta be in spiritual fitness
I’m in this to win this.
It’s a personal issue
In this type of business.
They say Talk is cheap.
But Talk is cheaper if it’s not deep
My speech is intelligent
And priceless,
Because blessed speech has reach.
I stay up
Prayed up.
Even when it’s stressful.
focused on being successful.
So everything’s becomes
Blessed full.
Every day is designed
To put a body in a casket.
Prisons filled up like Easter baskets.
Drugs flood the streets
Creating orphans and addicts.
I’ve had it.
ID and toe tag it.
Bag it.
It’s a wrap..
Survival becomes ideology.
While we slowly become history
To be studied like archeology.
The knowledge of Black Royalty
Has been hidden by democracy.
It’s hypocrisy;
To say blacks have eroded
our neighborhoods and society.
this WHOLE country has been stolen
And the dollar bill keeps
On eyeing me
It’s trying to bury me Or buy me
But there’s no winning in trying me
Trying to adapt
Will lead to evolution.
Staying in bondage
Eventually sparks a revolution.
Just ask the slave masters that signed the constitution..
Judges and politicians get paid
To foster destitution.
It’s either taxed for living,
Or become enslaved in institutions.
When Persecution is based on hatred
It will always lead to prosecution.
the masters are aware of their downfall
Because in that is the solution.
The first step to cleaning the environment
Is to put an end to all pollution.
So clean house.
Speak Loud!
and spark that Revolution!
Copyright © James West | Year Posted 2018
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