We journey on our intended paths seeking self and freedom while maintaining the shackles that bind not only our hands and feet, but our minds, hearts and souls.
Perhaps we neglected to realize that the price of bondage is just as expensive as our car notes, phone bills and rent.
Perhaps we neglected to realize that the price of bondage is just as expensive as our car notes, phone bills and rent.
Monthly maintenance we duly pay to maintain the status we avidly aim to keep.
Riddled by the "mysteries" we're herded like flocks of sheep.
Predisposed and determined that in this life we only work to earn our keep.
But what of the shackles?
Of the perpetual slavery we've reaped?
Pre-conditioned to believe we are what we eat,
That our performance is negated to how many hours we sleep.
The willingness to accept his lies as truths-
Belittled enough to cosign to the idea that we're already destined to lose.
What of this pre-conditioning that has seemingly boxed us all in?
When does the devil rest when all we do is live in sin?
Pungent from the acts of our "dirty" deeds-
Failing to actualize that the roots can't grow deep without someone first planting the seeds.
Victimizer, victim, Oppressor, oppressed.
Shackles that bind you, you're mind, you've regressed.
Depressed, desolate, bemused-
Pre-conditioned to accept being used.
Lambasted as the poster for violence and rage.
My people they've depicted us this way since before we were slaves.
Princes, Queens, and Kings.
Nubian's in love with gold, silver and diamond things--
Trading our shackles for bling and gold ropes,
No longer picking cotton, but serving dope.
But of course we're not pre-conditioned slaves…
Blindly picking our plots and digging our graves.
Reverse, reverse.
When did we make it here to this time and place?
Lost, dumbed-out and far from grace…
Idolizing those who only perpetuate the bondage we try to escape.
When do we WAKE UP and realize its US and NOT them killing our own race?
Not my brother’s keeper,
Or my sisters either.
Just setting their place at the table to consume...
Predisposing our unborn children to these well crafted roads leading to doom.
Black people turn the music DOWN. Pump up the volume.
This pre-conditioning is being birthed from the black woman's womb.
Riddled by the "mysteries" we're herded like flocks of sheep.
Predisposed and determined that in this life we only work to earn our keep.
But what of the shackles?
Of the perpetual slavery we've reaped?
Pre-conditioned to believe we are what we eat,
That our performance is negated to how many hours we sleep.
The willingness to accept his lies as truths-
Belittled enough to cosign to the idea that we're already destined to lose.
What of this pre-conditioning that has seemingly boxed us all in?
When does the devil rest when all we do is live in sin?
Pungent from the acts of our "dirty" deeds-
Failing to actualize that the roots can't grow deep without someone first planting the seeds.
Victimizer, victim, Oppressor, oppressed.
Shackles that bind you, you're mind, you've regressed.
Depressed, desolate, bemused-
Pre-conditioned to accept being used.
Lambasted as the poster for violence and rage.
My people they've depicted us this way since before we were slaves.
Princes, Queens, and Kings.
Nubian's in love with gold, silver and diamond things--
Trading our shackles for bling and gold ropes,
No longer picking cotton, but serving dope.
But of course we're not pre-conditioned slaves…
Blindly picking our plots and digging our graves.
Reverse, reverse.
When did we make it here to this time and place?
Lost, dumbed-out and far from grace…
Idolizing those who only perpetuate the bondage we try to escape.
When do we WAKE UP and realize its US and NOT them killing our own race?
Not my brother’s keeper,
Or my sisters either.
Just setting their place at the table to consume...
Predisposing our unborn children to these well crafted roads leading to doom.
Black people turn the music DOWN. Pump up the volume.
This pre-conditioning is being birthed from the black woman's womb.
this is deep... a lot of us are pre-condition to believe the things we are taught, shown or to agree and again believe what we see, hear and read... we need to strive to take ourselves out of the boxes that we are put in each day and live up to a new higher standard... and it all begins with us... one person can make a difference, we ourselves can affect one person's life and perception...
ReplyDeletenothing is ture, everything is a lie. When we learn this we become free.
ReplyDeletethis is jerry and i love your writting