Now the songs tell it all

Our ancestors hung from trees,

Grown from seeds,

Probably planted by their own hands,

Lives killed in effigy,

To remind us of ‘superiority’, keeping us ‘inferior’,

Visions burned in our eyes, over and over again,

Til the fire layered cataracts, that would inflame,

The iris, turning a blind eye to inferiority, and

Devise a plan of RE-action to gain control…..

Eventually overcoming obstacles

Designed to conquer, as our God

Never meant for us to stumble,

But lives had to be lost to envision

A better life to fight for….

Through all battles great and small,

Music carried us through it all…

‘Free at last’,

Our music carried a ‘message

From a black man’s’ perspective..

Formed ‘black unity’, which gave ‘black’

‘Power to the people’, with thoughts

Of a Revolution….

That would not be televised…

Telling us lies to our face,

The nation,

This nation, under God,

Said with liberty and justice for all,

Would rise………

As we ‘lift ev'ry voice and sing’

Somewhere ‘over the rainbow’

A ‘black butterfly’s’ wing,

Broke……… into pieces….

Maiming her, as she

Crumbled, left with doubt,

To soar to places unseen,

But with history beneath

Her, she learned to wing it,

Facing lies, we sometimes

Have to close our eyes to picture

 Places unimagined,

Open your mind to challenges,

Cause living in a ‘chocolate city’,

Our communities somehow lose focus,

So we became lost in the ‘ghetto’,

Some ‘crying in the streets’,

‘We are neighbors’, how can we

Stand still while others are hurting…

Still standing on corners, in the hood,

Selling drugs to our youth, instead

Of uplifting, still waiting

On that ‘Forty acres and a mule’…

Take a ‘window seat’, and dream with me,

The ‘unthinkable’...

When chivalry was still alive and well,

Dressed in majestic, stylish, new suit,

And women were prim and proper,

 ‘Plain ol fashioned girl’

Dressed in ‘R.E.S.P.E.C.T’,

The days long gone

 When a man sang a song to a woman,

As she walked down the street,

 Like they did in that Temptations movie...

And the girl standing on the porch,

With her momma idling by,

Looking out the window

Before the boy could kiss

Her, would open the door....

And say good night….

Now the songs tell it all, no more waiting

On his call, now she sexting him, sending

Naked pics to his phone,

Riding him, cause that's the way he like it,

After Tpain instructed her how to do it right... In ‘Reverse Cowgirl’

Listening to that panty droppa song,  

And droppin her thong,

And opening wide to say Ahh,

Cause it’s her birthday and

Well….we all know, ‘birthday sex’ is the best….

But, that’s beside the point….

Moving on to the ‘next one’….

He got you all up in the ‘Sex room’,

But didn’t ‘put a ring on it’,

Before you ‘dropped it down low’ girl, he

‘Blowing money fast’, like you a ‘tip drill’,

Before you can say ‘hello good morning’,

Leave you with a ‘fist full of tears’,

Lonely ‘teardrops’,

All ‘for the love of money’,

But you were thinking ‘let’s fall in love’,

When he thinking ‘only a fool falls in love’

And now you’re left with regret…..

But if you ‘respect yourself’, then maybe

A change gonna come,

Maybe sing a new song, and

One day you will be loved…

Not ‘thug’s love’, but a real man,

Who knows how to take you by the hand,

And ask you for this dance, not grind on you,

Cause your body invited him to..

Side bar….  ‘OMG’………

If I have to see another ‘pretty boy swagg’,

Or Dougie do it fresh, not the old school Dougie,

Cause you know Dougie’s show was Fresh,

But that Cali Swagg, with the new boyz Jerk,

With the backpacks on and the skinny jeans,  

I can admit, I get my ‘pretty girl swag’ on, but

Don’t want to do it to E.V.E.R.Y damn song,

Can I step in the name of love?

And groove to some smooth tunes,

Like the O’jays used to do it,

And Marvin Gaye,  

And Anita Baker and Patti Labelle,

And Cherelle, and let’s not forget

Lady T.

You know back when women dressed well,

Remember when women used to always where dresses?

Which reminds me,

Why is it, a woman steps out in a dress,

High heels, make up on, got her  hair and nails did, 

Dressed to the 9's.

But a man comes out with a white tee,

 Pull over, button up, jeans and ones....

What happened to suit and ties, brims,  

Stacy’s or gators....?

 A man used to take pride in how he dressed.

But now, rocking hood gear

 Is the best he can dress....

What happened to Sunday’s best?

I know…….They stole the S…

Gave it to the stars on B.E.T.

You know, the ones who hid behind

the ER

When they switched it with an A,

Behind the Nigg………

White Tee’s and hoodies,

Wife beaters and sneakers,

Kept us in chains,

They still hang low,

But instead of shackles,

Leave their pants around their ankles,

And belts, tight enough to keep you hip,

But not enough to support, cause you still

Pulling, trying to keep em a float,

Got you hopping, steady falling for the biggest joke…

That the image you see on tv is

Us, overcoming……

Fast cars, faster girls,

Even got you looking for love,

In all the wrong places, first

Flav, now Ocho… child please,

You tryna find love on tv…??

How is that love only comes in 2 complexions on TV, white and bright….?

 Hidden behind the lies the

Videos televise,

Instead of the revolution..

What happened to you?

Maybe it was the glits and glam,

Money man, sam

What happened to the ‘good times’?

‘Back in the day’ when I was young, I’m not a kid anymore, but I remember when, ‘love was power’, and

Though it wasn’t easy, the world seemed a bit more at peace,

And ‘this bitter earth’ seemed

A little bit sweeter

Cause we were a family,

Mom and dad, and baby….

And they were actually married,

Before God and everybody,

Not shacking up…

But,  maybe,  it was the music,

But now the songs tell it all,

Down fall….of the black family…