I’m locked in a box – can’t think about the world outside
Without thinking about the world outside
Wide beyond me
But locked inside me
Self-absorbed
Conformed
Within myself to think of the legacy that haunts my people
I look off from the steeple
At
The river banks shuddered under pressure from the rudders
The conquest by the rubber flubber of the White man like clubbers
Enjoying life and progress like an anti-Sabbath
With no regard for the rubble left behind, all calloused
Time passed, the land was conquered, the people put in cages
Shackled crackled left unspackled, as the future came in stages
Parking boats, building mills, creating dams to stop the power
Building moats, creating stills, parking the conquered in the sour
All an effort to create a thing hidden behind a wall
As if being hidden from view would make one impervious to fall
Pitter, patter, spittle, spattle
A history that confuses, abuses the noose, though loose,
But chartreuse-sounding news caused shatter
Because the walls fall down, on the inside, looking to the far side
The rubble is trouble as the fear bubbles
Because now you see the grass and the air
In your hair that came from out there
So you walk to the ledge and you want to jump
You’re pumped up but too stumped
To make a responsible decision, in this condition
Where you can’t get enough
So you just look up
Walk forward
I guess it’s
Time to say
Hello
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Salaams, both the delivery and the actual wording were beautiful. Dude that last part was a cliffhanger. Rapping and spitting bars about not only history but also lost history.