FIST The revolution will not be televised Too late The idiot box got you livin’ vicariously though other peoples lives Lies Trying to convince that they don’t go through nothin’ Frontin’ Shoot up syringe needles filled with I woke up like this They can kiss my as.. astronomical thoughts and metaphors Deception Drippin’ through every pore Uproar Backdoor mentality In many no more Confined to the system Making wealth off the poor Unraveled Slamin’ down the gavel Public defender Ain’t workin’ for them They the contender TKO plea bargain Knockout first round All in the plan to keep them locked down More prisons built Master of bait Cheaper to educate College not bound Look around Profound Getting played Misguided clowns Big Cuban cigar blowing out white clouded air Air Jordans Stomp the cracked pavements in hoods everywhere Reinvent the same damn shoe Food stamps being sold to get in on the move Inner city blues He won’t even come through with programs to say thank you Yet and still lacing up them shoes Ain’t you tired of being ignorance on the news? Intelligent they don’t do Can’t articulate Like Uncle Sam they want to interview you It goes on and on Gil Scott Heron Mind livin’ in a bottle Crash through Full throttle No the revolution will not be televised Cause it’s slappin’ you right in between your eyes An excerpt from Brilliant Blaze © 2014 Shelley AjeeDaPoet Fowler (Photo:Google)
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 10:05:39 +0000
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