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Days of War/Wilin’ OuT



My life-goal?
it’s to die of natural causes/
all i want is for nature’s forces,
nothing else to silence me
don’t wanna be a war time casualty
so i’ma need a strategy
to avoid becoming an urban tragedy
‘cause in these days of war
it’s not enough to seal my windows
and lock my doors
hoping that i’d be ignored
not when i’m already dodging
the slings and arrows of white supremacy
but thank God/ for my parents
and my afrikan ancestry
‘cuz without them i’d be just another brother walking dead into cross hairs
that violently tear flesh from bone
when you’re caught standing all alone
before an NYPD death squad that stomps through the days of our lives hard
catching victims of all ages off guard
–and with fingers itching from gun powder
they riff louder than their bullhorn
so i’m torn between joinin’ the resistance
and wilin’ out on a city swellin’
with hypocrisy -- claiming to improve quality of life while they snuff out
you and me/ but like i said my goal
is to die of natural causes
so i’m preparing my body for old age;
the senior years but like everyone else
i have my fears/ and they are growing
by the second of every day
of every night so i don’t sleep well
sometimes not at all
i lay in my bed
staring at flashes on the wall
counting bullets
as they shoot across the front
and back yards of Brooklyn
over skelly courts
and b-boy basket hoops
then i hear the boots of storm troops
with nickel-plated batons
as accessories
blue men come strapped
bringing bags of dope and misery
while dressed for combat
–but I stand styling
with my Sean John and Rocawear
when i really need to dress
my chest in a vest/
so where can i get an armored suit
that’ll protect me
from a 41-gun salute?
cause these are the days of war
and it’s not enough to seal my windows
and lock my doors
hoping that i’d be ignored
cause they got eyes on lamp posts
and they see us
they got their ears to our cellulars
so they hear us
they got everybody’s email addresses
so they’re always in touch
and all this may sound
a bit too much’
but these are the days of war
and i’m torn
between joining the resistance
and wilin’ out
on a government swelling with hypocrisy–


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