Watching it unfold without offering a helping hand
Is most of these niggas
I’m talking about the niggas who like to record
but
claim that they don’t understand how one can be so horrid
I just don’t understand it
When did it become default to not give a helping hand?
When did it become right to record a dying man?
A beaten woman?
Who are we becoming?
Too proud to boast about the struggles but love mentioning the come-up
Only
Obsessed with speaking about who we become in the summer
When the sun’s up
But it’s like
We like to be all talk
Love taking jobs that pay well
So
We can walk that walk
But when our own is in need
We can’t seem to take a knee
And ask
How may I be of assistance?
It’s consistent that we see our own hurting
in the distance
We believe that taking action
is
watching behind curtains
Thinking that it’s not our business
but it truly is
for certain
Thinking that
we’re protected inside these fences
But it’s a different story
If
your own is in the trenches
Conversations become things like
“let’s congregate”
Then
Niggas start to act like
we can’t even separate
And the love is all real
until it becomes the next day
And I stand to ask
Will they exist in every way?
Where are all the Black Heroes
who exist in today?
Not the ones who only care
about the zeros
in each and every way
Who you can catch Friday night
at the spot
way past the Valeros
Living life blindly
without it on the sparrow
I’m speaking of the ones whose name we can remember
The ones who will represent a cause
with no means to surrender
The ones who you feel is your everlasting defender
I won’t mention names
But I sure wish I knew some Nats and Marcuses
just for a change
Not to say anything else
but of course some Rosa Parks’s
We got
enough
Lebron James’s
That’s
Out here making a marking
There’s
Few James Baldwin’s
existing in this era
Men wearing concealer
while intelligence
is the mascara
In need of more Langston Hughes
with the same hue
in this era
Hard to find
niggas with that mind
in this Sahara
Having a hard time identifying heroes
That look just like you
In today’s age
Won’t find any quite like you
Because
it’s some new era slaves
Who haven’t saved themselves
Who are
Storing their potential
Like a
Box upon a shelf
So
for Black Heroes
we wait
Until
they realize
that tomorrow
isn’t
a day
too late
(2017)
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