Press CTRL ++ To Enlarge Hooked On one delusion A conclusion Of confusion A ruinous Illusion Is this Life? If I was the Autobiography of Malcolm X I’d say Read me By fifth grade Read me By fourth grade Read me By third grade I was made In your image Black youth Male or not You’ve got To glue me in your hand And overstand The root Yes, you be root Of the matter Not the cause Read me Because You are searching Like I was searching For me some truth Like Lies will fry More ways than one And the sun was spun By a black mother While bearing The first child In the dirt Hurt, Why should you be hurt? Grow and learn to be hurt? Only know how to hurt? Read me You’ll see You don’t have to Be you Yes, you can be you There is a such thing as you But, you’ll find That you’re gonna have to learn to Be original And think for yourself Excluding everything Bad for your health Including being Hooked on one delusion |
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Living on the edge of a sphere? My dear, here is where peers do peer And leer, at the lone at heart And the, slow to start Thinking of bright tomorrows When who knows, who will live Through the night Light is not what one sees In a plight Pushing in From all around This sickening This lost and found Feeling In the gut of a soul Stranded and desperate For something to hold A father’s hand A mother’s wish For obstacles To be dismissed In the path of her minor Moving major A star stuck in time And a world full of wagers Blind To a thing in plain view: Salvation = birthright, Not to be given on cue But beheld in the heart And the mind While a youth Yearning for Righteousness Love and the truth Of the matter Giving and taking What’s real Tempered in time Lessened in zeal Say by ten, twelve Or eleven Existing in hell Enlisting in heaven Too young And too many times In the streets Cemeteries And recesses of the mind Locked away And not behind bars Being hood gets one this But the twist is what scars It’s the mind that frees And confines Both the key and the latch Just beyond the scratch line Of the one’s who are willing To fight Not to die Or exist But to live And for life But you see Being hood is being Hooked On one delusion Is this Life? |