In a cascade of tyranny, young men
Are shuffled through a tyrannical system
In droves on a daily basis and transported
In circles around pictures of dead Black Panthers
And fallen Republicans and the voices of KRS-One
And Chuck D are synthesized to imitate crunk music
And hyphy styles, even as the logos of Pan-Africans
And Garvey’s Black Star are blurred into NBA logos
And Jaguar emblems and the sounds of the gnashing of teeth
Can be heard rising through the stench of Styxx, the
War still rages on, grenades packed with the finest powder
From Colombia still swiftly take on any machinations
Of an independent existence or the power of a million ballot
Boxes and the bullets in Army issue assault rifles rival the
Artillery used by God’s lost people in Israel and these weapons
Of mass minority destruction claim souls by the thousands even
As they rise from slumber onto the oil-slicked streets and the
Hurricane-driven rains reshape the nation and spill sustenance
From the melting pot which cooks and boils all into a nouveau
Dish and as missiles confirm no child left behind but leave danger
Lurking on every corner and air raids take down targets in alleys
And night clubs, anger is fueled and soldiers and spies recruited
Simultaneously in the midst of music venues and as my people
Are passed around from hand to hand I cry and pray for these
Blood diamonds.
Are shuffled through a tyrannical system
In droves on a daily basis and transported
In circles around pictures of dead Black Panthers
And fallen Republicans and the voices of KRS-One
And Chuck D are synthesized to imitate crunk music
And hyphy styles, even as the logos of Pan-Africans
And Garvey’s Black Star are blurred into NBA logos
And Jaguar emblems and the sounds of the gnashing of teeth
Can be heard rising through the stench of Styxx, the
War still rages on, grenades packed with the finest powder
From Colombia still swiftly take on any machinations
Of an independent existence or the power of a million ballot
Boxes and the bullets in Army issue assault rifles rival the
Artillery used by God’s lost people in Israel and these weapons
Of mass minority destruction claim souls by the thousands even
As they rise from slumber onto the oil-slicked streets and the
Hurricane-driven rains reshape the nation and spill sustenance
From the melting pot which cooks and boils all into a nouveau
Dish and as missiles confirm no child left behind but leave danger
Lurking on every corner and air raids take down targets in alleys
And night clubs, anger is fueled and soldiers and spies recruited
Simultaneously in the midst of music venues and as my people
Are passed around from hand to hand I cry and pray for these
Blood diamonds.
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