Every time the enemy proclaims the word war,
A child cries without parents...
A woman begs them to stop,
A village suffocates in silence,
a city does not sleep in terror,
children sob in fear,
houses fall without walls,
families go crazy in amazement,
Rivers lose water to the blood,
hospitals without a cure lose meaning,
schools are miseducated by violence,
roads lead nowhere...
When they offer the word Peace,
no one believes, because evil
of the bombs does not cease... !
My voice is of power
That lifts the oppressed high above the surface
My voice is a weapon
That destroys the enemy who seeks my destruction
My voice is for the blood that has rained
Pouring down on the people that were slain
My voice is for the ancestors who were enslaved
That is crying to the Father to avenge their persecution
My voice is of praise
That lifts me high above the mountain top
My voice is for the generation
Who is miseducated and silenced
Because of the world’s sinful ways
My voice is universal
Which will leave the earth to quake
I express myself through hip-hop and neo-soul
The sound that defines my artistry
Killing rhymes if I have to
Just to show that my spirit won’t break silently
I am resilient
So there’s no harming me
I articulate the ways of black artistry
My voice is to speak out to my people
So we won’t see another dark day
Mr. Brown Baby
By Valerie Odom
February 14, 2017
Mr. Brown Baby
You either knows too little or too much
The white man still gonna beat you on the daily
While you're still accused of raping that young lady
Everywhere you goes their purses they try to clutch
Mr. Brown Baby
They call you dumb because you was born at Grady
They call you dumb because you was miseducated and such
The white man still gonna beat you on the daily
It was a sad time for the 80’s
Everywhere the blackman went he was beat but the whiteman was untouched
Mr. Brown Baby
Can’t even go and drive a mercedes
Without you being reported and put in jail and such
The white man still gonna beat him on the daily
Why do they hate you Mr. Brown Baby?
He’s the blackest of the bunch
Mr. Brown Baby
The white man still gonna beat him on the daily
On April 26th I was born,
In a world more than a hundreds years scorn, No healin' up
They sho' was pealin' up, casted the line and they realin' up,
Pullin me round on a string puppeteerin' us,
Didn't know how to discuss the way that I felt in my mind,
Isolating thoughts of much steer my wheel from time to time,
I thought about the shine only making in worse,
College things, engagement ring Im throwin' in the dirt,
Miseducated young miss in this game, I write, rap, produce, and sang,
Not just for fame, but for talent I was given, tellin my life as it comes,
Wondering why we all is stealin, killin, thizzin, robbin, theivin,
But inside Im greivin, wonderin when a change gone come,
When Imma be leavin? I been in chains for so long,
All the soldiers that went to war, they aint come back home, they aint come back
home.
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