Praise Jah
Praise Yah
Praise Allah
Praise Obatallah
Praise My Ancestors
Praise Neteru
Praise Most High known as Anu
Praise is my sentiment
Life is my evidence

That

Everything that starts off bad doesn’t remain so and
Blessings gone come whether or not I retain dough
And there are still so many things that I don’t know
But I do know that I was destined to do well
Despite disagreeable deceptions and intentions
My mother and Mary had
Immaculate conceptions
I still have no recollection of a dad
Just bought me a tv, a bike and a piano
So he wouldn’t look so bad

And now
He has no desire to justify his actions and
I’m telling him to check the man in the mirror
Mirroring off of Michael Jackson and
He seems to not care at all that
All this time is passing
But I too am growing old
Watching the wasted sand in the hour glass passing
And the same goes for
My son’s father
With all the lies, deceit and bad acting…
I’m tired of entertaining this
Because God gave me life and
God gave me gifts
From pregnancy to delivery to
Captivity for writing a bad check for diapers and groceries
All the while praying “Please Lord Deliver Me”

I remember the memories
But mostly I recall the lessons
Presented to me so clear
I’d have to be a moron to keep on guessing
Most hardships be blessings
My baby was born reading and writing right to left and
Now he’s ambidextrous
Fa sahuh Trev “the beast has no time left”
To You, “Jah Bless”
And for all the rest of my people
Lost in this mess the
Wilderness of North America
Meditating, Praying and Hoping
That God’s hearing you
Be strong and Hold on
Cause its not too long before our people
Make their grand entrance again

And this time we’ll be armed with the books, the music and the
Culture to overstand
Name one black man who doesn’t like to tap his toe or nod his head
To a phat beat
And name one black woman who can’t appreciate
Curling up with a good book,
Wrapped up in a blanket
Sipping on a glass of wine or maybe tea
So it only makes sense to put
Positive music to a beat
The way the beast did the negative
To make me backwards think
And put truth in our fiction stories
the way they put lies in their truth
It ain’t that deep
And when we awake up from our sleep
We’ll be rested enough to battle the beast
6000 years of amnesia and now a black king don’t
Know who he be
Oh! You want me to buy some sovereignty?
You want me to sign a paper giving me back
what you took from me?
You want me to ask you for reparations cause that’s the only way I’ll be free?

YT please!
Don’t no pilgrims live on my street
And I wouldn’t have even offered you
a crumb of bread at my feast
Just so you can turn around and feast off me?
Then got the nerve to call it thanksgiving?
But I don’t celebrate thanksgiving
I celebrate sorry you took
And my first ritual commemorating the occasion is
Reading a conscious book
Cause most people have a misconception about
Native Americans
Calling them Indians and
Don’t know how they look
Native Americans are black folks who ended up in America
After the earth shook
But you know that as the continental drift
So now if enough of us get pissed
Oh! We gon take back our land and chips
And we gon give Africa back that gold, that platinum
And give YT back his whips
It’s funny how cars and jewelry resemble a slave ship

And now black people glorifying it
Just wait till my people really overstand what ya’ll did
And how to overcome it
Even the Civil Rights Movement
Ain’t never seen a real riot
Then you want our children have to have birth certificates
And social security numbers
Securing their contribution to working off
the national debt?

Just be glad that I don’t have my barathary back yet
And just because ya’ll got pops locked up don’t mean
The knowledge didn’t drop yet
And what I know ain’t gon’ be buried with me in no grave
My children will never be the victim of the same thing that we Run to...to be saved
A white man with his work to be done
Offering up competitive pay
And as we bury our daughters and sons in that
Way to early grave
Examine the root and then tell me if
Moses should’ve ever let them out them caves
And I might not feel like this forever
But dammit
I feel like this today
I got heartaches
Because no matter how much money I make
My grandmother thinks my black-owned business
was a mistake
And that it will never be as lucrative
as my corporate job was
Now what’s the buzz?

CORPORATE AMERICA BRINGS SECURITY
ENTREPRENUERSHIP GOT YOU ON THE BUS

But so what
I come from a line of warriors that walked for miles
And didn’t even know what a bus was
I come from a line of elders that taught me
That they were here
And I was there when God was the only creation
So he had to create + one
Math is so much fun
Tell me how many Nubians it takes to make a revolution?
That’s easy
It’s one
Each individual must become
Fighters for our ancestors struggle
And eventually right knowledge won’t be something
That we teach behind open doors and empty chairs
It’ll be so in demand that people start to smuggle
For fear of being a racist
Sometimes I have a tendency to erase some lines
And find a more appropriate way
To say mine
But you know what?

That gives him power too so
F*ck whether or not you feel the same way as I do
I knew
A long time ago that a lot of our own problems we cause
But lest us not forget
That whether or not we met George Bush or Al Gore
They’ve seen our money before
So I say sure
The white man is still a problem
Long as he got our money
And passes legislation to keep us
Backward running
But maybe we’ll run back so far that we
Forget what money was originally for
And live communally
Barter everything
And split the electric bill in 24
Or better yet….Create it naturally using solar…
You’ll be all right if you trust in the Lord
Oops! I mean the law
Law supports the money
And money supports the law
That’s what all these jails are for

Sometimes we’re so blind
I wonder what do we have eyes for?
I wonder if we’ll ever get our true senses
Or if heaven is different depending on my guide tour
I mean my tour guide
I mean
I and I
And I intend to embrace my being to the end
And I intend to break bread with my people
Then build with them till it mend
And I intend to raise conscience children
Screaming Amin, Amun-Re and Amen
And I intend to praise my God
And my ancestors
Cause they gave me something that doesn’t end…
Not only did they give me an everlasting soul
And an infinite supply of melanin
They gave me the ability to praise them
Cause the way we acting today would shame them
My people acting up
Fathers are leaving sons and don’t give a what
Mothers are leaving daughters for illicit drugs
Not like the poppy seed in the garden where
Zakar and Nekaybaw was
Good for food
Pleasant to the eye
And would make one wise
But the other shit the government
Shipped into our communities
To add to our demise

And now it’s to our surprise that
The first free clinic was a project
Started by Black Panthers
And then the county mimicked
They ain’t slick
Taking credit for caring about poor people
who can’t pay when they’re sick
They disconnected us
When they made us wear shoes
And built cement roads
Now the sole of my feet doesn’t know
The soul of the Earth
The soul of the dirt

And now when I walk into situations
You hear me and don’t feel me when I
Used to be balanced as be light as bird
But it’s ok cause see Earth
Is shaking off all its demons
That’s why there’s been an increase in fires
And car accidents
But you think it is for no reason
Oh there’s purpose cause there’s
Surplus evil being disguised as common day people
But common day people are being
controlled and don’t even know
How many of us got a cell phone
What was the purpose of reducing 900 mhz to 600?
What would be the purpose of reducing
9 other beings to 6?
Right now it might not make any sense
But let’s just say they trying to put us
on a different wavelength
But this generation is becoming an example for all the rest
Some of us just gotta remember to keep our egos in check
Showing you honor and respect
And thankful for each journey I got get

Grateful to be able to walk
Grateful to be able to talk
Grateful to be able to write
And Grateful to be black

Nuture my soul
Nuture my spirit
Nuture my physical

And hope the Most High will take me back...

© 2004 Freedom Speaks

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