Trials of a Thinking Child

Trials of a Thinking Child I want the good old days The breakdown of the sum I want to look at the braves The ones I got my life from I’d love to mean what I say If it takes me to my grave I’ll own them like good grades Why would I give them…

Gil Scott Heron – Message to the Messengers

Message To The Messengers Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin’ about television and doin’ it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize They had to get out there and get busy cause it wasn’t gonna be televised We got respect for you…

A Space To Fill

A Space To Fill We all have the same influence in shaping this world Though the many social nuances to shake our concerns Avoid the social conditioning of perceptions that hurt Right behind you is a child, who’ll soon believe he’s cursed Add the challenging experiences to convince him otherwise Plus the lucrative incentives, depriving…

Assata Shakur

Assata Shakur I believe in living. I believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. I believe in sunshine. In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts. And sprouts grow into trees. I believe in the magic of the hands. And in the wisdom of…

The Cruising of a Long Trip

The Cruising of a Long Trip I’m walking down the island Stalking the vibrations of her silence We’re talking days of many hours Of deep insights to devour Slowly cruising, confusing the avenue I’m turnin up with all of its moods I’d like to order something new If I can have it on a rock,…

Sunni Patterson

We have not always found comfort in killers. We have not always found solace being rocked in the bosoms of those who silently pray and openly destroy. No, not always have we mistaken mimicry for mastery or pretending for knowing or enslavement for freedom. But across my memory —- across my memory marches millions -—…

Wild Grounds

Wild Grounds Plain fields disappeared For Sky-scrapping ideas Godly African cloth of magic To pores beneath suffocating plastic To a deprived humanity Good times are luxuries Mental awakening over coffee Our attention is the currency Food, sounds and emotions Over grounds that inspire violins Not a penny in our belongings Is your position changing? Paper’s…