Bambu

I used to walk past a cemetery
 On a pathway to my boys house to
 Sit, get lifted and dream about
 How we wanted to live. Irony
 In actions. Fractions of honesty
 Divide
 People into factions
 Those who will
 And those that actually will
 I guess things aren't what they used to be
 Memory lane had the yellow bricks removed
 And The pavements now seem stained
 With cigarette ash and shards of broken
 Glass
 Smells like home
 The sirens
 A familiar melody. But doesn't sound the same
 Without the nickelodeon theme tunes I would
 To drown out sounds. Oh nostalgia
 You wicked wicked temptress you
 I remember
 If not through the eyes of
 The innocent who else could see potential
 For limitless, second nature. survival
 A mind set primitive.
 Adapt and discover, that
 Pound coin won't stretch past that panda pop,
 These days... It's monkey see what monkey do
 For the trees. Forest fires and friendly conversation
 Searching Amazon for new ways to burn
 The Bambu
 Smoke filled lungs till
 Speech slurs. streams of consciousness
 Tangled. Gathered, with like minded.
 A demand for retribution if left with the roaches
 Burned it's ooh ah ah ooh
 We haven't come that far
 Since evolution.
 Stand two feet
 No alpha male
 But still blessed with
 Another tale of the hypocrite
 Still blessed with the eyes of
 The vigilant. See senses fall
 To pensive states of temporary
 Aspirations. Then pass it on, like
 Tales around the camp fire
 Unified in dream state
 Then put the blind the blind folds
 To our ear drums for session of ignorant bliss
 Like I ain't really worried about nothing
 I swear
 I ain't really worried about nothing
 I thought the grass would get greener
 Once I came off the trees, seeking the high
 Has me throwing away loose leaves like
 Autumn. See me clearly, that same primitive
 Thought we evolve from like Dar-winian theory
 I wonder why we choose to stay in the dark
 Like the pigment of Stevie's vision when it's
 Hard to see our pigments as equals or
 Any effort to engage your conscience
 Must been seen as conscious
 Accept the consequence
 But never will I beg pardon on truth
 The reality simian, but the fact are simple
 It's human instinct. As humans
 Instinctively we adapt to survive
 Or destroy. Same difference
 I wonder why we choose to stay in the dark
 Like the pigment of Stevie's vision but some
 Love the blind folds of ignorance
 It's a shame to see, the spiralling direction
 Of self expression. jaded eyes see
 Only see jaded solutions
 Money Money Money shall rain down
 On our daughters and we shall applaud
 And cheer like the the arches in their back
 Coupled with the rhythmic patterns of
 There gyrating hips can summon condensation
 Honey Honey Honey brown skin will be bleached
 To be appreciated. Hungry Hungry Hungry
 Stomaches will call our brothers to arms
 Over pussy weed money because it sells
 And thats all we know
 I am no martyr for a message
 I'm no better but know better
 One body, a shoulder to lean
 A head and mouth to speak
 Truths piercing your flesh
 A leg or two to stand on
 Whenever in need.
 And
 They still got my niggas hanging from the trees
 Can't see the truth when it's 6 feet deep
 Like I really worried about nothing
 I swear
 I ain't really worried about nothing