SEIZE

How serious will it be if you
were to seize the time, seize
a rhythm and seize the rhyme,
seize the mental madness in our
lives and adjust your attitude
against the cold, being bold to
behold a world where our poor
is no more.

Why we extol the fate of those
who export ignorance as if they
were holy hymms, and now the
Chinese with their billions call
us niggas – mimicking Snoop-Dog,
Lil Wayne and Jay-Z, can you
say Crazy!

How serious will it be if you were to
seize the time, seize a rhythm and seize
the rhyme, seize the mental madness
in our lives – come to realize the
task before us, to regain trust
among those who can restore
for us a life where oppression
is no longer an obsession
of those who despise us.

Gangs compete for turf like fish
washes to the surf from toxic seas –
already dead from what’s in their
heads – or what’s absent like
yesterdays dream, aspirations seeps
in the gutter poured in remembrance
of the fallen whose path was as
crooked as they aspire to become.

Our lives have been controlled to
the extent efforts are now being
made to make us extinct.  And if
you can’t smell the stench of
your decaying  thoughts, how can
I make you realize its time we
rethink and fought.

To no longest hold a crook in high
esteem, with your zig-zag mentality,
this is not the yellow brick road
leading to the Wizard of Oz, but to
prison or the grave to early to stage
A comeback to a community ravished by
your denial of its existence, although
you rep a hood not understood in place
and time the way it should – the
home of your sons and daughters
dodging the expectations of the
fate of dinosaurs.

How serious will it be if you
were to seize the time, seize a
rhythm and seize the rhyme, seize
the mental madness in our lives
and adjust your attitude against
the cold, being bold to behold a
world where poor is no more.

Your disrespect of our race and
nation put you in alliance with
the Nazi and KKK, they in
disguise selling you tec-nines
so you’ll annihilate your own kind,
with misguided vision of gangsterism,
you know what I mean being Loco-In-
Motion simply crazy about our Liberation
and freedom.

The real trip is the lyric of
the rappers they are not living,
living off your ignorance, they
with champagne and jet set realities,
this will make you fabulous – ghetto
rich, with a 750 parked living in the
projects, paying rent instead of
owning the land – please make me
understand.

How serious will it be if
you were to seize the time
seize the rhythm and seize
the rhyme, seize the mental
madness in our lives, like
a choke hold squeezing equality
out of greed giving it to
the needy. Stepping over the waste
that capitalism expels from its
public schools for lack of financial
support as prisons are filled with
functional illiterates, for just a
start.

How serious will it be if you were
to seize the time, seize the rhythm
and seize a rhyme, seize the mental
madness in our lives, and bring
into existence a dream that was
shattered by a sniper’s bullet
or the Black Prince shoot down by
assassins in the ballroom – whose
action were seized by the disease
of white supremacy.

Seize the time, seize the time –
And discover the rhythm of Freedom
And the rhyme of Liberation and
Independence.

@  2010                                    Jalil