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Being unemployed gives you time to think. It is a rare opportunity to reflect on who you are, and who you plan to become. Financial difficulty is a life defining experience when faced with homelessness. I have a belief that everything happens for a reason. Having a chance to live outside of and observe a system we strive to be a part of, which will eventually destroy us gives life a new perspective. At times deep in thought I remind myself that the test of success is graded in your ability to face failure. As a young man aspiring to be a rapper I often wrote of my fear of failure, and my desire to succeed. It wasn't until age 30 on a windy October day that I embraced the idea; stagnation is like dying, all successes in life, love, and finance involve risk and accountability for your actions. The fear of failure is the same as the fear of success.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

At the Behest of Freedom

"Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets" -G. S. Patton
Who will celebrate the bullet
Jubilance and jamboree
Overwhelming the silent sound
Of freedom passing to the end of an era


The American dream is a widow
Trying to swallow tears big as American pie
Choking back regret and anger like a little girl
When you took the only thing she ever loved


Ask Coretta she would have told you
Peace has a price
It is weighed on scales like justice
A pound of burnt Sunday school flesh
Is worth the weight of a race war


The rape of a race
Can only be offset by broken glass
We stand helpless
Like riot witnesses
Defending homes when the mobs come
We are bound bureaucracy red taped victims
Balanced budget racial radicals
We are the leftist that get left out


At the behest of freedom
Wives turn into walking widows
Black face American dreams
Become single parent minstrel shows
We tune in they tell us
Don’t believe everything you see on television


Martin the revolution won’t be televised
We have become a pay per view society
Given all the freedoms
Of middle passage passengers
Along for the ride of our lifetimes


What are we searching for
In a land of lost leadership
We are all kings on abdicated thrones
Balcony bench warmers like Jessie Jackson
Pointing to tomorrow unable to live in the moment


They have built crucifixes
From the floor of the Audubon Theater
Our leaders walk the path of tribulation
On the information superhighway
Social networks have become slave colonies


At the behest of freedom
We are a world of negro spirituals
Voices dancing on the midnight
Huddled beneath hanging trees
 

Children of the sky
As triumphant tribal thunder
Drums on our roof tops
Reminding us what we were
And how far we must still go


There are choirs of our ancestors
Urging us forward
Like hymns to God
Nothing and everything in the same harmony
A people
Trying to overcome
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