Why Don't You

Inspiration: I was thinking about history I think.

Word: Screanin.

Why don't you,

tip toe on the backs of the screamin' graves

and listen to the stories of the unworthy

Aren't they filthy?

Did they scare you?

I bet they spooked you-

Why don't you,

tip toe into the scene 

and watch her scream as

his diabolic claws

tare through the barriers of an innocent-

Blood on the walls?

Don't run just-

watch the gun on your way out

pointing into the screamin' mouth

of the pretty brown babe

who tried to run from being made

worthless

Its not funny any more, is it?

The lifelessness of the names

plastered on every slave

plastered on every maid 

plastered on everyone, who, made us-

It's like we've always be pieces of clay

broken into conformity 

by a heavy kneading and a heartless beating 

Why don't you,

try to understand the feelings of

the lost as they lost 

the one that was their all.

See family had no root,

has no root,

because of the misplaced stem cells,

and the maddening white cells,

that creeped between young african thighs

and corrupted the blood line.

Why do they lie,

Would I lie?

About the quiet history

About this sick mystery

that brought us here,

that changed are lives

and provoked us to fight.

Why don't you,

sit down and watch the struggle,

Betta yet,

Why don't you,

get up and be apart of it,

Stop it.

Be more the N word,

and show the world the Nubian Prince

that your people were,

before they were sent into

a bottomless journey of conformity 

of losing their unconventionality 

of being forced to deny their own beauty.

Why don't you,

ponder the greatness that made us

and instill it in everyone who is you

and force it upon everyone who isn't you

and feed it, to everyone who won't acknowledge you

and be it 

instead of the you they created