jaymie
Bluelighter
Socities Down Low Ineficient Crack Hoes
White brothah
Black brothah
White sistah
Black sistah
and every other one who does not fit these holdings.
I see you all around
draggin yourself down.
You see it in my eye's as you pass me by and I see it in yours.
Returning the smile.
We are society's down low ineficient crack hoes draggin ourselves down along with the man.
We raised to be a cog in this human doing world no other choice but to hold on and go forth like everyone else who plunges into that dark hole of coal, ice and misery.
To return soggy, dead, and cold.
So we put drugs in our bodies so that we be more eficient to churn the wheel for another body,
another lost soul.
Another body who is another crack hoe today and this today lasts forever.
We're all a part of this plan,
to try and not go down in our own dark alleyways
of punishment and pride.
We long to ride away from this sound of pain that clings like a baby to his mothers breast.
And we get caught up in the sound of our voices recitin' spoken word we think no one may hear or touch.
Our hope could pull a rope down,
Our voices could triumphantly turn this heavy laden barrel into the sea.
We must reach eachother,
or else we'll pull the ropes down too late
fightin to get out,
steppin' on eachothers throats instead of helpin eachother out.
In response to all people who knock a skin tone:
Man,
Why you trippin,
Don't you know?
Those are your brothers
mine too.
We all brothers and sisters,
we all connected.
Don't you know that what you do to one,
you do to all?
Why you gotta front on a person with a different skin tone?
Why you gotta front with a brother who has a robe on?
Think intelligently,
use your mind,
use your soul.
Don't use that propagandha driven ego of yours.
use your heart,
use your soul.
Not your beef.
Peace
[ 05 December 2002: Message edited by: jaymie ]
White brothah
Black brothah
White sistah
Black sistah
and every other one who does not fit these holdings.
I see you all around
draggin yourself down.
You see it in my eye's as you pass me by and I see it in yours.
Returning the smile.
We are society's down low ineficient crack hoes draggin ourselves down along with the man.
We raised to be a cog in this human doing world no other choice but to hold on and go forth like everyone else who plunges into that dark hole of coal, ice and misery.
To return soggy, dead, and cold.
So we put drugs in our bodies so that we be more eficient to churn the wheel for another body,
another lost soul.
Another body who is another crack hoe today and this today lasts forever.
We're all a part of this plan,
to try and not go down in our own dark alleyways
of punishment and pride.
We long to ride away from this sound of pain that clings like a baby to his mothers breast.
And we get caught up in the sound of our voices recitin' spoken word we think no one may hear or touch.
Our hope could pull a rope down,
Our voices could triumphantly turn this heavy laden barrel into the sea.
We must reach eachother,
or else we'll pull the ropes down too late
fightin to get out,
steppin' on eachothers throats instead of helpin eachother out.
In response to all people who knock a skin tone:
Man,
Why you trippin,
Don't you know?
Those are your brothers
mine too.
We all brothers and sisters,
we all connected.
Don't you know that what you do to one,
you do to all?
Why you gotta front on a person with a different skin tone?
Why you gotta front with a brother who has a robe on?
Think intelligently,
use your mind,
use your soul.
Don't use that propagandha driven ego of yours.
use your heart,
use your soul.
Not your beef.
Peace
[ 05 December 2002: Message edited by: jaymie ]
