After The Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey
They police us They kill us They surveil us They colonize us Yet we survive We thrive We confide in the most high * So many things On my mind My heart My spirit So many things Said & unsaid Dead & undead So many things To do & to know To see & to hear So many things To acknowledge To imagine So many things Sold & bought Used & discarded So many things In this life There’s just So many things * Bags in hand trudging through evening fog swallowed in the arms of dimly lit pathways a cat lurking near over- flowed dumpsters head on swivel outlining its next move Last week it was below zero today it’s 50 degrees * There’s no need to front There’s no need to pretend The white man’s world Is coming to an end * A captive nation of 40 million souls still living under the dictatorship of white supremacy of the bourgeoise helping our imperial masters terrorize & enslave the entire world * I neither needed The belt Nor wealth Nor to hate self All I ever needed Was some help To be felt * Lord Jesus The Black Revolutionary Messiah Strike me with One of those Lightning bolts This life ain’t For me no more I’m running Outta answers And my sins Have come to Devour me My sorrow Has come to Drown me * A dimension That only God Could dwell A story that Many will tell Without cages Without cells * Horrified by this Rotten evil Settler colony My people cry out For freedom For liberation Yet we’re the Only ones that Can make it A reality That will Bring it Into fruition