A M E R I C A N K E L O I D S
we be american keloids
battle scarred and beautiful/ghetto butterflies earn their stripes
walked through the valley of colossal contempt
shadow boxing in puddles of tears/dodging bullets seen and unseen
survivor ain't no tv show/shorties be wildin’ tho
survivin’ sins of the father…momma too
shit is thick yo/wayward warriors journeying through war-torn wombs
while american landmines awaits his…her…our arrival
with 41 bullet gun salutes and/precinct plunger butt parties…
how can we heal when we're still under attack?
guilty for being gift wrapped latino and black
jungle jigga/jungle boo!/attack against unnatural habitats/that's how we supposed to do/but sometimes the science of the cage, flip-triggers misdirected rage/causing us to hurt the closest ones/the easiest ones/the innocent ones…
the children/we hurt our sons and daughters/bury them in real neglect and false images /another wake/i'm running out of flowers
better catch the seeds/save the seeds/plant the seeds in love/in black earth toiled tobacco roads/cotton sugar cane/blessed blood industry
plantation economy/the next/ the new/ the now/prison industry/and war
war…war…war/and terrorism again?/godammit!/the trees remember/never forgot/who shot us/ hung us/ tuskegee experimented us/chemical war-fared us
crack/bombed us/4 little girls praying in alabama
terrorism and 911 is so layered, this axis of evil thing
gypsy thugs, prison prophets and corner store bodega intelligence say
this ain't nothing but a crumbling barnimum bailey side show experiment mommi/a project with roaches crack and television
ring masters pimpin’ poverty/ hustlin’ chaos/ placing bets on complacency
rewarding keepers of the status quo/current culture celebrates the killer and ho/the children are watching/they already know that women is bitches/niggaz ain't shit /money is god/this ain't normal y'all
broken dreams cut the baby's feet and hands in abandoned lots
our sons cock their glock /our fathers… fled/where are the heros?
strangers in our mothers bed/seeds grow and want and need love love love love love/but, she don't even love herself/ that’s a long story
throwing her children to the wind/acs state agencies catch the falling prey/ confusion everyday/shorty's face is slashed/scarred/we be american keloids
rising mountains of pain beneath the skin/it is stretching my skin across ancient dynasty drums/i gotta keep the faith/gotta keep the faith
‘cause even in the face of death/we still create life/genius even/like soundtracks for the planet/ blues jazz rock/then we morphed into hip hop
dominating flavah/we are walking talking miracles/wounded and gorgeous
and in your face