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Sunday, January 20, 2008

I Can See It: (MLK Tribute piece) by ku

“We’re still talkin’ bout freedom, yea
Still hoping for a brand new day
Got freedom on my mind
So this is what my pen cries”

“What else can I do in a narrow jail cell, other than write long letters,
think long thoughts, and pray long prayers…”(MLK, Letter from a Birmingham Jail)

As steel bars often attempt to cradle my mind
Throw away the key and leave me there
I try to be the change I want to see in the world
It may not earn me dollars but it makes a whole lot of sense
And fame may not lie in the rhymes that I script
But it’s one more word added to the benefit
For cause and reason, for every work
There’s a season and if you aren’t aware
It’s harvesting time
I want unity to smother me
Until I forget the value of the number one
And music to flow inside of me,
Until my mouth can only sing redemption songs
You see, bro. told me “We’re eating off our own plates now”
The ingredients are provided and
“X” marks the spot
meaning we’re in position to change the climate
& the dreams of Dr. King still reign
Along with the vision of El hajj Malik el Shabazz
I’m talkin’ where the last shall be first and the first become the last
The only race that will matter
Cause I can prophesy with my third eye
When yesterday will be the source of tomorrow’s laughter
And horizons will no longer be my focal point
I want to look past where the sun sets
And I refuse to reach for stars
If I’m capable of holding planets
We Shall Overcome is still my theme song
And I’ll remix the remix if it takes that long
Seems as though it was just yesterday that on our trees
Hung strange fruit
Libations to the root
And we are the produce
So as I produce these writes that fuel my fight
I still script the opposites to death
And poetry is life
So to get rid of me, just take my pen
But best believe I’ll be looking for chalk, coal, rock and Crayola
To get my write on again
May God rest their souls
But when those who came before us
And their last breaths went
Their visions never left
And I hope I’m not crazy
So please tell me
I’m not the only one who can see it…

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