Slaves to the Books
by SyaNidal
Born into a time, when bein’ poor was just fine
I was happy nonetheless just explorin’ the sunshine
Every mornin’ was adorin’ - wakin’ on the floor
-and;
even the most morbid, horrid pourin’ still seemed sublime
But we were victims of gun crime, who sifted the front lines
Gifted with one life that was shipped over rough tides
Shoved below the decks in the darkness of shut eyes
Sparks in the gut fly, this is part of where love hides
As they take me to their land; do they realize I love mine?
Where just bein’ a kid, growin’ up – wasn’t a tough time!
Breathed with our lungs tied, how I’m missin’ the kisses
Wishin’ for visits of lips this exquisite and some pride.
Seems like I’ve been under this deck, for an eternity now
‘til I heard the beach plow beneath the boats murdering bow.
They’re not concerned with me – how I’m shackled and locked
In a practical spot, for selling males, with the blackest in stock
In fact with this plot; he’s sellin’ chains by the family
I was the purchase, forced to work with slaves by the stampede
Two years pass, I’m fuckin’ amazed and I can’t breathe
Insane - in a daze, seein’ the face that my hands seek
Plus I can’t speak; best to know I get lashes for that
If I show signs of love, there’s a man crackin’ my back
With a whip at the tip, “do it for the chick ‘cause she’s sick,
Or do it for the love; that you missed on the ship.”
We couldn’t read or write, just slaves to the books
And a bastard of a master; we gave and he took
He slays when we look – to teach ourselves anything
Toward self bettering or knowledge to spell, lettering
So tell me, who’s the better king – the slave or the master
One digs the grave to his laughter while he prays for disaster
The other gets paid for his bad work, destruction of strong binds
There’s nothing quite as deadly for those in love as a long time
I was stuck in the wrong mind; punched this fuck in his jaw line
In an effort to stall time I hugged something once called mine
Firing Squad!
“Machine of the racist, blew our teeth through our faces
‘cause love is something better kept beneath all the pages.”