Open your eyes and see...
The lies that seed
Confusion and Greed
On television screen
Radio. newspaper scenes
Black people in numbers
Fall victim of a deadly disease
Causing a dis - ease
Lost souls awake from slumbers
So we could control these social ills
Destroying communities
Mothers beating fathers
Brotha killing brotha
Kidz giving birth to kidz
Why choose 2 use birth control,
Instead of discipline
We dinning on the table
The grim reaper iz serving the meal
I search for life’s meaning
Then scribble a fable
From my moments of my quill
To the manifestation of my vision...
I hope to see...
Change in the ways of the youth
For our future
Depends on how strong is the roots
When the past has shaped the present
I accept the breath of fresh air
As a gift to life
With a bomb ticking anti-clockwise
While I’m counting the sand grain
In the hour glass
Trying to build a bridge
Between I and the goddess of Nubian love.