Post by BirthRight X aka Xavier Burton on Jun 21, 2005 14:13:05 GMT -5
“ Throw Away ”
By: Xavier Burton
Copyright 2005 Son Of Rays Designs & Arts
Terrance L. Burton
Sirens in the back ground,
Sounds of discovery fill the air.
The taste of rain is on the tip of my tongue.
Water has never felt so good.
The rush of the city life never sleeps
Around my neighborhood. Street Lights
Dance off the pavement.
Never have I seen a rainbow in space,
Until I hit a oil slick on the ground.
Becoming one again with the asphalt.
Shadows casing, Chasing vipers
On my hands. Whispering voices
Are echoes of dreams I never had.
But I truly want to.
Who’s using me for the way my size
Brakes up a crowd. I’m loud an I bring to
Justice my visions of disrespect.
Left cold by every body,
When I bring the heat to their way of thinking.
Liberation of your mind. Like Malcolm,
Who shot him by any means?
I bring to the table
Correction of what you think of me.
Black willing and able, once made fool of
For my strong features.
What’s our Population, when in One birth?
In every 8 seconds, I’ll combust?
When in One death in every 12 seconds?
I’ll combust in the fear no evil look into my eye.
In the Inner city they say they’ve
Started reconstruction. To push
Those niggaz bottoms, Cause a Black
Man ain’t nothing but a throw away pistol.
You’ll use him when things get hot
On The block.
Someone is trying to break in ya shop.
Hey little lady, If things seem shady 9 months 2 babies.
Smelling danger in the air I got cha Back.
When you feel alone at home an things go bump
In the night. Oh… There is a spider!
I’ll say, “must I grab this fools Attention”…Back up!
The tools out the cut!
There was a guess Dumbmation
Ninety-two percent of Homicide Arrests
Were for persons or males under eighteen.
Targets for extermination 55% of black & Latino women are in prison. 95% of black & Latino men live in the
Pen with a “Block Masters “ from a 5 by 9.
Seventeen white year old kills a man
who resisted a robbery at an
automatic teller machine.
Seventeen white male, attempted to rob a woman
and her four-year-old son.
When the woman pulled her gun, he shot her dead.
I know the solution I’ll call, Meager Evans.
No…No…They got him…One of y’all betta go get on the wire, Nat Turna Dial call Martin L, cause he’s a king He’ll know
What to do…AHHH… Man they got him too. Locked up Mumia Abu-Jamal. My cousin Curtis caught
30 to life.
Black wasn’t never beautiful,
Until I got in all black
gripped the Hip of a Black holder
pushing Hollow tips of words spoken by the Lord. Cause
In the Inner city they’ve Started reconstruction, to Push my Buttons cause they say a Black Man ain’t nothing but a throw away pistol.
By: Xavier Burton
Copyright 2005 Son Of Rays Designs & Arts
Terrance L. Burton
Sirens in the back ground,
Sounds of discovery fill the air.
The taste of rain is on the tip of my tongue.
Water has never felt so good.
The rush of the city life never sleeps
Around my neighborhood. Street Lights
Dance off the pavement.
Never have I seen a rainbow in space,
Until I hit a oil slick on the ground.
Becoming one again with the asphalt.
Shadows casing, Chasing vipers
On my hands. Whispering voices
Are echoes of dreams I never had.
But I truly want to.
Who’s using me for the way my size
Brakes up a crowd. I’m loud an I bring to
Justice my visions of disrespect.
Left cold by every body,
When I bring the heat to their way of thinking.
Liberation of your mind. Like Malcolm,
Who shot him by any means?
I bring to the table
Correction of what you think of me.
Black willing and able, once made fool of
For my strong features.
What’s our Population, when in One birth?
In every 8 seconds, I’ll combust?
When in One death in every 12 seconds?
I’ll combust in the fear no evil look into my eye.
In the Inner city they say they’ve
Started reconstruction. To push
Those niggaz bottoms, Cause a Black
Man ain’t nothing but a throw away pistol.
You’ll use him when things get hot
On The block.
Someone is trying to break in ya shop.
Hey little lady, If things seem shady 9 months 2 babies.
Smelling danger in the air I got cha Back.
When you feel alone at home an things go bump
In the night. Oh… There is a spider!
I’ll say, “must I grab this fools Attention”…Back up!
The tools out the cut!
There was a guess Dumbmation
Ninety-two percent of Homicide Arrests
Were for persons or males under eighteen.
Targets for extermination 55% of black & Latino women are in prison. 95% of black & Latino men live in the
Pen with a “Block Masters “ from a 5 by 9.
Seventeen white year old kills a man
who resisted a robbery at an
automatic teller machine.
Seventeen white male, attempted to rob a woman
and her four-year-old son.
When the woman pulled her gun, he shot her dead.
I know the solution I’ll call, Meager Evans.
No…No…They got him…One of y’all betta go get on the wire, Nat Turna Dial call Martin L, cause he’s a king He’ll know
What to do…AHHH… Man they got him too. Locked up Mumia Abu-Jamal. My cousin Curtis caught
30 to life.
Black wasn’t never beautiful,
Until I got in all black
gripped the Hip of a Black holder
pushing Hollow tips of words spoken by the Lord. Cause
In the Inner city they’ve Started reconstruction, to Push my Buttons cause they say a Black Man ain’t nothing but a throw away pistol.