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