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Issues
by
Hershe
Lyrical liquid verses lounge loosely on my tongue
As I search for the urge to spit lines
Reflections like water still in the night
The hypocrisy of the revolution
The fight
The movement
And white folks leading a struggle
That they can't possibly be attached to
Affording the luxury to
wave the flag for racial injustices
Fighting against oppression and poverty
So who the fuck are you
To come into my world
From the halls of Ivy League schools
Two parent households
Picket fences
And two pint five kids
Sending your families to nursing homes when they
get old
With your hemp jewelry
Birkenstock wearing
Crunchy granola eatin and
Make decisions about what is right
Socially or ethically correct
Politically
For my world my people
Who have a hard enough time just being black in
a damn day?
I
got issues like
Wondering if this man who I've been laying with
Who could make love to me ever so passionately
Who can bring me to such ecstasy
With the twiddle of his thumb on my clit
Is secretly desiring men
And thinking about dick in his sleep
When he's with me
And feeling like he can't share that shit with me
All the while i'm in constant thought thinking about
HIV plaguing my community
Playing Russian roulette with my life
Because I just wanted to trust and believe in him
And that he can he can possibly love me
Like his kiss says
And
I got issues like
Coming to the realization that
I just want to conform
And not show up
And not care
And sometimes I don't want to carry the burdens
Of this capitalistic society and it's racism on
my shoulders
Weighing me down while I struggle to carve out an
Existence for me and mines
With life insurance and college funds
Shit my baby gonna need braces
I don't have the luxury to
burn out
Burn out
Burn out
Two and a half jobs trying to make it work
While your trying to save the fucking world
I
got issues like
A C.O.R.I. report hanging over my head
I got issues like
Job security and job availability
I got issues like
Trying to be a dope fiend in recovery
I got issues like
Will my daughter make it
And can I possibly insure that she does
I
got issues need tissue
I got issues need tissue
I got issues and need some damn tissues
I
got issues like
Watching these fools on BET
shaking they ass and rappin about bling-bling
Rims and shit
And who got the baddest whip
While big corporations continue to bleed poor communities
And we getting high to escape the reality that
We are walking around deaf dumb and blind
Ignoring that we are still slaves in our mind
While the real revolution is still waiting to be
televised
But remains to be seen
while my brothers and sisters are selling their
souls
for a pipe dream
I
got issues like
Watching
my best friend
My best friend
Cling to this miserable life
While a disease eats away and her
And the very core of soul
Her eyes reaching out to me
And I can do nothing but sit by and watch helplessly
Wondering what's next for her
And how much longer can she hold on
Trying to keep up her game face while
Fake folks offer lame encouragement knowing full
well she
Playin with a loosing hand
I
got issues like
Having a father who I hardly know
A mother in denial
And I'm trying to raise an only child
And ain't nobody got my back
My baby daddy hooked on crack
Living life in recovery
While searching for security
But watching the liberal racist
And know where to place this hatred
But I'm seeing a therapist
I'm living disease free
And feeling guilty
While my friends are dying from HIV
I
got issues
Got issues
Realizing
that my plight is not by chance
But by design.
And
the real issues is shit
I struggle to show up at all
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