Malcolm X- The Inspiration

I hope y'all listen close and listen well 

Listen, hear, and understand this tale I'm about to tell 

I'll do whatever it takes, but if you notice that my voice shakes, 

It's because of this story that makes my heart ache 

 

Malcolm X may have had some skeletons in his closet, 

But he cleaned up his act before they could throw him in a coffin

Along his way, he may have made some mistakes, 

but he did everything he could for God's sake 

 

He just wanted to eliminate some of the black hate 

to take what lemons he had and make lemonade

But when the interviewers slipped poison into their questions and fancy cake

he began to spit cold hard facts

made sure they would feel the wrath of his attack

 

It's him, his honesty's brutal, and it's honestly futile

for them to even try to treat him like a misbehaving pupil

and even with his fat profit, 

he refused to make a living for himself off it

 

Lemme take you back to a rally in '63

When everyone was tryna get Malcolm talking for their CD

when everyone was begging him to just “Talk to me”

The public had been loving him for months 

and that must have got the Elijah in a bunch 

so he said that Malcolm was their most faithful minister

but what we didn’t see was Mr. E's plan, so sinister 

 

Now Malcolm did everything he could to get Elijah some recognition

but behind his back Mr.E had a different mission 

just take a moment to put yourself in his shoes and try to envision 

working so hard to help people find what they didn’t even know they were missing 

while every time Mr.E bids you goodbye, he's actually wishing that you would die

 

I believe in human beings, and that all human beings should be respected equally

Regardless of their color, gender, or ethnicity

Hit me up when it occurs to you, 

That all these people may not be as diverse as you, 

But your hatred, it's only hurting you

 

Malcolm was the walking dead, a talking head

with a price on it to see some spilt red

blood. His name had him grow farther from his

faith and his role as a husband and father

When you give a man your trust, 

you give him the power to do things to you that are torturous

He could make you feel like your efforts are purposeless

 

So then came gravity, 

snapped him back to reality 

He couldn’t figure out how or when 

He ended up in this position he's in

He was left in a slump, 

with his painful bruises and bumps

Brought to a stop by this hump, 

But then he found something to get him out of the dumps, 

Something to make him stand back up, in order for him to pick the mic back up 

 

Now he's got 

one last chance at redemption before he ends up in jail or shot 

Triumph is the only option, failure is not

He cannot rot away in some Harlem lot

So he said "heart fail me not"  

and took the only opportunity that he got,

He used to be 

All “you’re not black like me, you don’t walk, talk, or act like me!”

But then he came to the realization, 

That the white devil doesn’t even exist outside of his nation!

Not long after he was shot, 

they put him 6 feet under some spot

 

I'm spittin these rhymes

To illustrate the tough times

that Malcolm X went through so that we can wait in the same lines

while being as different as pennies and dimes.  

 

Malcolm X is one tough act to follow

I wonder why it’s such a hard pill to swallow, 

We have no time left to sit back and wallow

It is a time for martyrs now, 

Because it’s not wrong what they say, 

for the clock ticks faster now than ever before

This cannot be just one of many attempts at a brighter future,

because while we wait the day is wasting, and we cannot wait for nightfall, 

for it’s common knowledge that people turn dark when the light leaves them.

Let’s not be in the blurred backdrop of a moment anymore, 

gone unnoticed just because the focus wasn’t quite right.

We’ve done our fair share of bench warming, now it’s time to play the game right

We’ve lived and lost the yesterdays, we’re getting through the todays,

so it’s only fair that we build the tomorrows. 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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