Re-Run

Momma, tell me what I see is an illusion, tell me why we still fighting for our inclusion?

My skin is brown and they hate me, what have I done,

To make them so filled with hate? They want me to bury my son.

It’s like a re-run

Tell Junior make it home before dark

If the sun sets on his skin, he’ll feel their jaws like the shark

They told me it wasn’t them, their ancestor’s sins

But I can see the resemblance, it’s hidden in their grins

The same smiles they wore staring at black carcasses hanging from trees

And the streets are still burning, three thousand degrees.

Tell me that we’re not still marching for the same fight

Assure me that my father will make it home tonight

In this land of the free, and the price isn’t cheap

Like the Movement meant nothing, still being put to sleep.

And it hasn’t yet been 50 years that’s passed,

since they killed a King

No “Free At Last!”

Still the target of the system, staring down the barrel of a gun.

I’ve seen this before, America’s sick re-run.

Same fight, same enemy, same lives lost

Same marches, same hymns, same lines crossed.

And all we want is peace, but it seems we’ve sinned

To have the nerve to be born in this land, with this skin.

I’m living a re-run, tell Paul Murray I too have the scoop

Like Groundhog’s Day, we’re stuck in a time-loop

So I wouldn’t be surprised that if your skin is black

You didn’t wait for the Equinox to set your calendars back.

No progress has been made, it’s twenty-fourteen

And they still treat us like dogs and spit slurs obscene.

Still staging the scene

Wonder why we react, think we should be appeased

Because our President is black.

They’re still killing us daily, barely keeping afloat

But say we shouldn’t complain, just got the right to vote

And they gloat in our faces, I thought the war was done

Around the mulberry bush we go,

another re-run.

And I can hear the Earth crying, tell me its a hallucination

That got us falling to our knees, praying for salvation

Praying that someone will solve the mystery

Black bodies filling the morgues, repeating the history

We must have forgotten, the justice undone

no remote to change the channel from this sick re-run

Trees whispering secrets of nooses and blood

Dirt spilling up blood

Rivers pouring bodies from the floods

And the stench is familiar I’ve smelled this before

Like the burning gun powder or the blood on the floor

And we keep asking permission

Victims of the Inquisition

Where they smiled when they glanced at our bodies dead and rotten

Fed our babies to dogs

But we must have forgotten

The hoses, the rifles, canines at our flesh

The terrorist acts, yes they did it best!

And we got the same solutions expecting different results

Watching the same episodes, of the same assaults

the same murders, same people, the very same gun.

A revolving door, America’s sick re-run

-Hatshepsut Amun-Re

Someone Else

You were given a job, by a Being; Supreme,
you either do it alone, or you work as a team.
And money for the bills don't grow on trees
if it did the grumbling bellies wouldn't be so hard to appease.
And the job isn't easy
sometimes it's so tough
and the world's so greasy
the streets are so rough.
Yet the clock is ticking and time is flying
babies crying
for attention that you can't give
working 12 hour shifts just so y'all can live.
But if you don't teach your son
the dope-dealers will.
They'll teach him how to rob,
and teach him how to kill.
Teach him women are the enemy, and how to use them at his leisure
Cuz his mother was just too busy to spend time being his teacher.
But you spend money, don't spend energy and time.
Oblivious to the injustice, blind to the real crime
being committed everyday, the situation is so dire
All you know is you're a man, and you're a provider.
Gotta make the money,
put food on the table
cuz it sure ain't funny
when you're just unable
look your lover in eyes and tell her you can't cater
to a life you conceived, that's supposed to be greater.
I get it!
You have no choice but to work like a slave
and hope that the pension's enough to offer, when you're carried to your grave.
And whatever she needs, you will get on your grind
you can spend all your money, but can't spend time.
But if you won't teach your daughter
a prostitute might
teach her to harden her heart
and walk the streets at night.
Teach her all men are dogs, they all cheat and lie
Cuz her father wasn't there to teach her otherwise.
wasn't around to guide her, show her the truth.
Teach her why she shouldn't walk around so loose.
Show her, her mother's a Queen
and she's one too.
How real men act
and what real men do.
and all things righteous you have to instill
if you don't teach your child
then someone else will...

Hatshepsut Amun Re

Unexplainable

I can't find the words to explain
to describe
or provide
an explanation
a justification
I can't.
But baby you do something to me
so sweet
so sour
got me wanting to devour you whole
got me lusting your soul
like a bitter taste
on the back of my tongue
but I keep sipping from this vial
this thing's so foul
but the stench ain't vile, it's subtle
an energy or a feeling
so magnetic
like polar opposites
attracted
got me all distracted
and in fact
I'm infatuated
can't leave him alone
it's unexplainable
in love with a man who has a home
with a bed
laced with sheets
that don't carry my smell
don't carry my aura
they say I'm going to Hell
but if there was such a place
my soul would eternally reside
would the flames burn the desire
for what he provides?
would the craving subside?
Can't find the words to explain it
unintentional, unconventional
so reluctant to abstain from it
They say that I'm wrong
but it feels so right
though he lays with another
when he closes his eyes at night.
I try to justify it
convinced my mind to push back
these feelings knowing their unsustainable
adulterous lies I condone
and it's so unexplainable.
The touch
the feel
the connection's so strong
so how can they convince me
that what I'm doing is wrong
that what I've done ain't right
I've indulged for the wrong reasons
the deceit, the treason
nights alone
body's freezing.
It's unexplainable
can't find the words to describe
or provide
and explanation
a justification
I can't....

Hatshepsut Amun Re

Living In Hell

This world ain't all what's it's cracked up to be
bills stacked up 'til I can't see.
And the pavement spills blood like the sea,
the good die young, perish by threes.
See, they told me when I was young about a fiery lake
of burning sulfur
for the vile and vulgar
weeping eyes and gnashing teeth
where the soul dies long after bodies eternally sleep.
But I have seen!
I have seen the results of a burning soul,
a man dragged through hell 'til he ain't whole
and my eyes wept right here where I dwell,
so you can't tell me we ain't living in Hell!
The block is hot and the streets are flaming
bullets are flying, and the hands aren't aiming
so babies are dying, and father's are killed
and we don't give a damn about the blood that's spilled
the holes that get filled with decomposing bodies
disembodied flesh
everything's complexed
and we bomb the cities nevermind the mothers
rape the sisters and kill our own brothers.
Our daughters are growing got child bearing hips
that seduce the pedophile, drool fall from his lips.
And the devil? He walks around with the bible and a cross
giving his falsehood a moral gloss
and he don't blink, stop to think, or falter
when he decides to rape boys on an altar.
God is good! He is indeed!
But we so blind and don't take heed
Plead for mercy so much that I can't tell
that this world Im in is synonymous to Hell.
Can't get any worse
The killings, the upheavals
got me convinced that everyone is evil.
They all are demons
army of the commander
they slander and lie
causing mother's to cry.
But they tell me its a place worst than this
where the flames burn high
and souls repeatedly die
but how can I believe God can be so cruel
to put me in this world full of wicked souls and the malicious
only to throw me in Hell, is God this vicious?
I'm not so sure but I can't tell
can't convince me we ain't living in Hell.

Hatshepsut Amun Re

What Will You Do?

So many names we could flood the streets.
Conjuring angry spirits by stomping our feet,
to aid us in these vital times.
Need vials and scriptures
herbs and mixtures,
to cease the beast
the devil it seems, has an agenda for us
But we've laid down our weapons and given him our trust
While our babies are bleeding
we drowning in tears
from mothers who've lost sons
Can't make it past 25 years
or sentenced 25 years
in cages like dogs.
Being led like sheep
too blinded by the fog.
What will you do,
when your children are rounded?
on land that our Kings and Queens built and founded?
What will you do when it's your life or theirs?
When you're raising your sons and their shooting in pairs?
Cuz they've flipped the script and switched the roles.
Turned men to bitches and increased the patrol
Increased the control
Swole lips, bloody noses, Unrecognizable
Emmit Till, Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, Rodney King
dragged to subhuman from Kings
Numbed from the sting.
And when the riots have cleared
and they've lowered the guns
we forget about what they did
until it happens to our sons
They got our children in a daze
and they don't trust cops
but we neglect to pass the knowledge
no love, just hip hop
watching Love and Hip Hop
Kardashians got our attention
and too many fads
that I don't care to mention
What will you do,
when it's your son at your feet?
Shot dead on the spot like a dog in the streets?
Or maybe your daughter rendered not worthy to live
beat bloody to the point that she can't have kids?
We never think about this
shake our heads at the violence
knowing these are crucial times
we chose to remain silent.
Chose to ignore how we're looked at as a nigger
makes you worst than the guilty one pulling the trigger!
What will you do
when it comes to your stoop?
When it knocks at your door
and you can't recoup
How will you deal when it happens to you?
when your time comes
what will you do?

Hatshepsut Amun-Re

Remember

I remember when you were a God,
held high on your throne.
A creator; infinite, manifesting yourself as
Kings and Queens
keen wisdom, ruling class on this 3rd dimension
alas you've been debased!
Went from standing tall and high
to falling flat on your face.
Dethroned and erased memories
beaten and enslaved
By the ones who left and evolved from caves.
And now you can't remember exactly who you are
no longer can you read the stars,
too busy cracking cigars
and your love you have faded
so filled with hate
and you'd rather destroy when you used to create.
Don't you remember?
When beasts would fall at your feet.
And now your children's blood
is flooding the streets
and we're drowning nose deep
while the beast fill the cages.
with men who fell from glory
who've forgotten their story.
And now I look around and
the amnesia has gotten worse
We used to be great magicians
but have forgotten how to break the curse
Vision has been impaired
and the verbiage sounds foreign
while our children run the streets
killing his brother for his Jordans
We don't care about life but we always complaining
fall for the tricks of the beasts
with whips, keeps us chained.
And we are stuck in a coma, zombies in the street
dry bones in the valley
crack heads in the vials
sleeping in alleys.
Children gone crazy
Their walking asleep
wool over their eyes
in flocks like sheep
Do they not remember?
when we were God
and created?
Now look at you!
Dragged from your throne
and turned into a fool!
Blood around your feet rising
like you stand in a pool!
Do you not remember?

Hatshepsut Amun Re

Prisoner

How does it feel,
with walls unseen surrounding you?
Confining you; creating limitations?
Walls that you built with hands you couldn't feel.
Unable to taste freedom confining yourself,
restricting your breathe
oxygen deprived
choking and too boxed in to know
that there is air out here!!
There is a world that exists
beyond the walls you love
a life that teaches love to love
seekers of peace and wisdom
screaming for you outside of these walls
unseen by you
A prisoner,
by consent.
Was taught by Jonah to jump ship
swalowed by the whale awaiting a savior
but the walls were built by your hands!


Hatshepsut Amun Re

Forbidden

What have you done to me?
You who are forbidden,
got me clenching my thighs!
A secret worth keeping, brings tears to my eyes.
An addictive energy emits from you,
what have you done to me?
You who are forbidden
Got me sitting here pheening, licking my lips
Listen to my heart's pulse, beating just like my clit.
And my panties are wet, the cold showers ain't working
Renting space in my mind, and my body is hurting.
You who are forbidden
makes me want it that much more
when you ease inside gently like you're searching for my core,
Let me implore you,
You who are forbidden
see what you have done to me
keeping my feelings hidden.
It was you all along
never noticed it before
until you laid in my bed and then left the front door.
With the birds singing, and
the sun kissing the clouds
breeze on my skin
we don't speak in the crowds
You who are forbidden
my little secret
sweet licks of your finger so my taste you can keep it
What have you done to me?
You who are forbidden...
Got me giggly, and happy, and sad, and anxious,
got me wanting, and crying, angry at myself
for falling
for you,
you who are forbidden.

~Hatshepsut