The Aware Negro

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Transcending Toxic Times – May 10, 2019

LYRICS:
~Intro (Malik B)~
If Your Tryin To Get It Than I Got It .
Monopoly Your Property The Product
Overcome The Obstacles The Object
Publicizing Houses In The Projects

~ Umar Recites ~
Another Young Man Died Yesterday. His Bloodstained Presence Slammed Against Our Sunrises. How And When Will We Begin To Cherish The Welcome Of His Smile. A Manchild Submerged In The Purple Liquid Of Night. They Fall Aimlessly Through The Cracks Of Darkness. The Full Moon Becomes A Partner, A Silent Partner In Shutting Down Bars, Shutting Down Cities. Shutting Down Dreams Of Daddy Walking And Talking While Holding Your Hand, Our Children Cry Out To Us From Their Fears… From Their Suicides… From Their Innocence And Loneliness Being Betrayed By Lazy Pimps And Limp Smiles. The Opera Is In Full Form. The Drama Unfolds… The Violin Is Both Tragic And Comforting. The Piano Light And Inspiring. The Crescendos Between Light And Darkness Are Truly Stunning. This Could Have Been A True Love Story Full Of Twists And Turns Of Pain And Triumph Of The Game… Begins To Evolve… From Shoe Shines To Stickups From Stickups To B And E From B And E To Quiet Hustles From Quiet Hustles To Residing In That Comfort Zone Between High Crimes And Misdemeanors. New Songs From Old Radios Were Crippled Poems Lounge In Digital Wheelchairs Whistling In The Dark While Spitting Acrobatic Words At Boombox Musicians Who Scratch And Sample The Wax From The Devil’s Ears While Conducting Bling Bling Concertos That Howl… At The Moon. In All… Those Projects. In All… Those Quick Glimpses Of Death. In All Those Sudden And Unwanted Intrusions Lurking Inside Your Paranoia… Begins To Open Wide To Receive Your Transition From Champagne And Free Base To Crack And Old English Just Like That. Where Is The Glory? What Was The Glamour? Who Were The Police? What Happened In The Shootouts? Why Were So Many Bullets Left In The Wind?… In The Walls… In The Chests Of 23 Year Old Young Men Standing In The Wrong Places At The Wrong Time. Their Last Breath Of Manhood… Simply Pleading… Don’t Let Me Die… Don’t Let Me Die… Please… Don’t Let Me Die….
~Outro (Malik B)~
Yeah
This Was A Drug Plot Eyes Red Blood Shot This What The Thugs Drop Overdose Of Bloodclot
Im So Thirsty I Just Quench It With Some Controversy
Heard The Story Of A God Who Always Promise Mercy
This Allan’s Gift
Post A Grave Yard Shift
Took Your Last Breath Now Your Laying All Stiff
Listen Young Blood Hatin Me Some Young Love
I Was Made To Formulate Into A Young Stud
Why You In The Club Acting Like A Dumb Scrub
Used To Jump I Did Anything I Want Cause
Watching Channel Hope Cause I Got The Antidote
While You Place It I Just Slice It Like A Cantaloupe

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