Open Hand

We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution.
 The open palm may show you, our separation
 is man made. Made in aid of cementing
 thoughts that turn John Doe to Adolf.
 Where they see we weeds we see seeds see
 We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution.
 I've seen
 flowers grow and petals fall from mountains
 surrounded by estates and suburban terrace housing.
 Heard notions of positivity discarded like pieces
 of puzzles. Muzzled echoes of greatness in fear
 Society may not feel the same elations.
 We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution
 We must be heard.
 From the depths of our bellies
 From the lump in our throats
 When questioned on our perceptions
 But fail to mention.
 We must continue to be and be in unison.
 Be and be in unison.
 Like troops with with lowered arms and
 open palms.
 We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution
 It's amazing.
 To witness the hierarchy of
 power you deem acceptable
 How the masses would rather
 Hand decisions to the individuals
 Individuals back to masses
 In termly political rituals
 Stand beside me.
 Not as followers as thinkers
 So we no longer have to look
 Up for guidance we can look
 Side by side
 What side are you on.
 We are no different
 No age
 No class
 No Color
 No Race
 Like troops with with lowered arms and
 open palms.
 Where they see we weeds we see seeds see
 We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution
 Oh he must be
 worthless if his occupation
 doesn't match your level of patients
 Oh he must be urban if his cadence
 drops vowels lower than where
 his trousers sit.
 Oh he must be
 They don't know my history
 Oh he must be
 They don't know my history
 For the knowledge they ripped it out the pages
 call us thugs and beasts when we protest on stations
 because embedding of thoughts is what has
 a nigger run a nigger to the slave ships
 Stop snitching.
 Patience
 All I ask is patience
 Fear the brother on my shoulder
 Because he could take my life right now
 And we act like we don't know no better.
 I so solemnly swear
 No I don't really give a fuck
 No I don't really give a fuck
 One hand up,
 other hand gripped on my nuts
 shake shake
 man I spent your advance on my lunch
 No I don't really give a fuck
 No I don't really give a fuck
 One hand up,
 other hand gripped on my nuts
 shake shake
 man I spent your advance on my lunch
 You can't say that,
 you can't say
 no you can't black
 you can't say
 My brother what you afraid of?
 we ain't got to cry no more
 My brother what you afraid of?
 we ain't got to cry no more
 My brother what you afraid of?
 we ain't got to hide no more
 My brother what you afraid of?
 we ain't got to die no more