Pretty Words
That sounds pretty?
No Mr.President,
I don’t want it to sound pretty
I want it to rock you to your core
make you feel things you have never felt before
I want you to feel like I have shot you
Then revived you with my words.
Don’t silence me with your lyrics
and bury me with your roses
I want you to bite me,
wholeheartedly
And devour my message like you are
dying of starvation.
I want to infect you
disease you
seize you
from the inside out
Crack your head
Whisk you till your fed
Overeasy overseas
By your command their led
Like butter and bread
Let my words linger in your mind
when you find that you are blind to the
Blacks and the blues
The blues and reds
Blacks and the whites
And the of rainbow bloodshed.
Slap-prints smeared on a patriotic wall
O’say can you see you saw nothing at all
I want you to see your world the way it is
Mock those who pass by that shadow on the street with a cardboard sign
and forget he is a person
We are people.
Don't classify me-
Hippie or hipster
Bad things I have done
All of them which I never yielded a gun.
Now as I lay you down to sleep
I pray the Lord your soul to keep
Awake so you can hear your bullets reap
And I don't want it to sound pretty
I don't want it to sound cute
I want you to change something
that's what I want you to do.