Last Revolutionary: Part One

Last Revolutionary: Part One
By Ras Rebel.

Sometimes it appears, I’m the only one of my peers
holding it down on this revolution’s frontier.
I fight to hold back the drop of a single tear

Thinking back on the years of sacrifice
And countless sleepless nights
of Malcolm’s and Martin’s wife’s.
The bloody scenes of that New York ballroom,
the balcony in Tennessee
And the driveway in Mississippi.

Whatever happened to our collective sense?
When did our concerns stop at our neighbor’s fence?
Standing on corners selling our brothers back into slavery
For a few dollars and cents.

DuBois’s talented tenth,
I regret to mention
Disowning their own
For the company pension

Wake up and pay attention
Brothers and sisters listen
To these words that I’m spittin
I’m running out of breath
Feels like I’m talking to the deaf

We chase material accumulation
And career elevation
But neglect to address our lack of education
And extremely high incarceration

Our brainwashed mentality
Has lead to our crippling mortality
We’re on the pathway of becoming a non-people
Dis-unified and feeble

Feeding into the manipulator’s fable
Kane is still killing Able
Still unable to realize
We are pawns in our own demise
Working towards assimilation
Instead of a unified Black Nation

Crabs in a barrel
The children of Israel
Still enslaved by Pharaoh
Enslaved by dinero
Choosing the wide road
Afraid of the narrow.