| Fist standing solid in the air . . . but do you even know why it's there? Or why you are here? Or from whence you came? Or who brought you there to be here? Or how they got here. But do you know where you are going and how you will get there? What about how they got you here? Or what they saw or spoke or taught or did . . . How they DIED . . . who silenced their tongues and hung their necks . . . who broke their limbs and took the sight from their eyes . . . who shot bullets that gave them holes and took knives and sliced their chests? How they gave their souls for us to get up in here and lose complete control? Becoming disgraces, ruining our races by killing and dealing and selling and sleeping in everybodys bed and stabbing you brothas in the back and telling the secrets to our race so that the other man can come and advertise and show idiocries in our faces like bling bling really need to be filling up our body spaces and playing golf on their places and giving props to big money man so and so cuz last week you was in the Hamptons, raving and ranting about big ole butts and watermelons AND Do you know? Better yet will you stand? Do you know? Better yet will you stand? Do you know? Better yet will you stand? DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE? WILL YOU STAND WHERE THEY HAVE BEEN? DOYOUKNOW?DOYOUKNOW?DOYOUKNOW? With your fist standing solid in the air why is it there? What will you do with it? Say with it? Motivate with it? Lead with it? Or will you just fall by the wayside, when the Dead Prez decline on the charts and Bush keeps mind playing put us minorities in cabinet spots and that physical attraction gives way to minute satisfaction and a law is pass to stop police over proctection reaction . . . otherwise known as police brutality and the community meetings change buildings and the millionaire life can be your reality Or will you get lost in your lie as many have? Become too confused? To abused by the weight you carry? And disappear to reappear with a small renassiance to ashamed to be further embarrassed by the truth. Or become untrapped like me and she and he true to natuality and hue manity, booted from systems with debits and debits no credit can't chase we by every charge on a card, self employed, cash and carry walking through alleys and preaching on bus stops benches, dropping out of their trenches without mention, can't trace we if we leave no traces. I watch I learn I read I listen I know But do you? |
| FOR ALL THOSE WALKING AROUND FOR THE CAUSE Fist standing solid in the air . . . but do you even know why it's there? Or is it that physical attraction to the rebelliousness of the revolution breaking you from your confining institution. What? You think this is gon up your evolution in this overwhelming pollution? Put your name in the paper so you can hide underground later? |
| Fist standing solid in the air . . . but do you even know why it's there? Is it to fight for the justice of the Diallo's in this world? The rights of the women and children? For the people getting slaughtered for religious beliefs? For the slave still being sold in the new millenium? To stop the new world order from taking over? For the rights of us nationwide? Baby, do you even know what's going on? This stuff you must research and find ? the 6:30 news isn't always so late breaking and tend to leave things behind. |
| Fist standing solid in the air . . . but do you even know why it's there? See remember when I saw you at the community meeting? It appeared you were standing strong and not to judge my feeling as right or wrong, even though looks can be ever so deceiving . . . I parted my lips and spoke and told you ? I hope to see you back. Then I saw you in public and introduced me as the Angela Davis girl you met But um, my name is Mahogahni . . . so I see you're just a revolutionary pollutionary tag a long? |
| Fist standing solid in the air . . . but do you even know why it's there? Or has the commercial hip hop industry left you in such a languid state . . . That you actually put Dead Prez on your plate And it freed you from a mental collapse And now the world around you just can't relate? And you met a sista name Assata or a brotha named Mumia? And this is where you need to be and uh . . . YOU GOT YOUR fist high in the air now With your store brought pre wrapped headwrap or your silky dreads pardon me twists but is this simply life imitating art? The blind leading the blind? Or just following the flow? |
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