- First of All. I Did Not Write This For Agreement
- or even consent, I experienced this from my Youth
- my view of the truth, Although, Black Americans
- say, it’s all good, the last thing we’ll discover
- is our own manhood, it’s been beaten out of us
- murdered out of us, terrorized out of us
- to this very day, until, when it comes
- to making progress, we get in our own way
- instead of making a plan and executing
- we would rather spend the night, fussing and fighting
- quoting, fronting, yelling, hating, each other, not uniting
- see, our minds are still running the slavery program
- we need a white man, to plan, we need a white man
- to be our man, our champion, and we don’t care
- if he’s a Mexican, an Asian, even a Martian
- we need a white man, while we play the blame game
- as we chase booty, work, drink and play
- for others, no longer calling each other, Sister and Brother
- while newcomers make progress, passing us
- as if we just got here yesterday
- our Faith, Christianity, our Religion, Slavery
- while we sit in these Biblical Boxes, praying to pretend
- these are God’s houses, doing nothing, Jesus is our Friend
- our leaders, are just those with the gift of gab
- greedy, dissolute, mental junkies, requiring rehab
- ask any Black person, what is the plan
- to provide the things we need for ourselves
- our Children, no, it’s racism, always someone else
- ignorant, that mature people do-for-self
- taking care of their own
- most, so entrenched in the past, they would rather die
- than try, work for others, pursuing sex
- playing games, taking from each other
- or just getting high, we didn’t follow Dr. King
- because he said the right thing
- he said we would wear them down with Love
- and with kisses, we would change master in the end
- and make him, again, our friend, that’s how we’d win
- we need a white man, real or Jesus
- only a white man can do what needs to please us
- but there is a ray of hope, a younger Generation
- I know, they’re ballers, rappers, uneducated, slinging dope
- but they want to own, have their own, and they are fighting
- still have a few problems uniting, but they will become
- the men their fathers refused to be, they will, rise, making history
- on a revival, journey, to embark,
- as in the days of Noah’s Ark
- they will slam the door on the ignorant mind
- making a new day, living in the sunshine
- these, I so admire, as was promised
- they are going to burn the past, the slaves, with fire…R.D.Revilo
