And right before I close my eyes at night,
I think...sense...feel, man
Like I'm under some kind of microscope.
Satellites over my head
Transmitters in my dollars
Halking, watching, scoping, shocking, scrutenizing me
Checking to see what I'm doing
Where I be
Who I see
How, and where, and with whom I make my money
What is this?
Excuse me miss?
May I have your phone number and your social security?
Who me?
When all I came to do is buy my double or triple "A" batteries?
Please.
I- de-cline
Watchin' me...Watchin' me...Watchin' me...
Look here at this watch of mine
Gotta open it up. Don't know whose been in it.
Tracking where I go. Finding out all my business
SA-CUR-A-TY
Video cameras locked on me
In every dressing room
On every floor
In every store
DAMN!
Can I get that democracy, and equality, and privacy!
You busy watchin' me!
Watchin' me!
But you're blind baby
You neglect to see
The drugs coming into my community
Weapons coming into my community
Dirty cops in my community
And you keep sayin' that I'm free
And you keep sayin' that I'm free
And you keep sayin' that I'm free
Busy watchin' me!
I ain't got no bars to this cage
If I'm gonna stay here,
I'm gonna build me a lead house
Keep them satallites out
Direct TV.....
Am I watchin' it or is it watchin' me?
Man, I don't really know
But I feel like...
Feel like...
I'm being scoped ya'll
watched ya'll
Something ain't right.
Something ain't right.
Jill Scott
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on ragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down.
And said with great excitement,
"Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With it's petals all worn--not enought rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose,
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too!"
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead...
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So, I reached for the flower, and replied,
"Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun.
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," He smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child,
at last I could see.
The problem was not with the world;
The problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose.
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
Author Unknown
I told you that I cared
About all those times we shared,
but you refused to listen.
I help you when you were sad,
listened when you were mad,
But I guess it didn't matter.
When you were bored, I was there
'Cause it seemed that no one cared
About your feelings.
You and your parents would constantly fight.
The back rubs I gave were just right,
and would help you relax.
Guys want to fuck you 'cause you're fine,
But I loved you for your mind.
One more thing that was overlooked.
Kissing you in public was not my style,
But I did it anyway just to see you smile
Because image didn't mean anything to me anymore.
Head feeling hot couldn't get out of bed.
Buddies going out, but I stayed with you instead,
So I could take some pain away.
Cross the line with your friends.
Many friendships came to an end,
But I never went anywhere.
Times I thought you were wrong,
But I told you to remain strong,
And I stayed by your side.
A million things on your mind.
About to go for another line,
But I kept an eye on you.
So frustrated you wanted to die,
But I held you 'till we both cried,
And I stayed awake 'till you'd dream.
With you through times that were tough.
I guess it wasn't enough,
But I just want you to know,
"I tried."
By George Khoury
