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What happened to me the me that would see others in her eyes
Was it the lies that exposed the evil in the human heart that hurt
The part of me that was so free and innocent. see the world as
A place of wonder and delight not wonder who to spite. What
Happened to me the me that was the justice in the social society
Of the upper eschelon variety? Where is she I have looked and she got
Hooked on the fame that was to be and forgot all about me and now
I am no longer free because like Pandora I see all the evil that
Was blocked from me. My eyes are wide open and I wish they were
Wide shut so that I could help more than just me. Why do I see the evil
In man instead of the humane. What happened to the champion of justice
Is she here and I ignore her? Someone please show her that I am here
And that she should not forget about me, I am begging please see
The me that you are I am. What happened to me?

Modern Drums

Stop your drums young one stop your drums
Your ride with base has no place in this society
Listen to me your family. Ignore your anceSTORY and move into
A new HIStory. Stop your drums young one stop your drums
The thump, thump, thump in your trunk is junk. The boom, boom
Boom has no room or space in this time. The rhythm and the
Rhyme are to be vilified and denied, but wait it is too late for
We see the academy better recognize that it’s hard out here for a pimp,
Pump, bump, jump out of your seat and look at my humps of a woman
Who pees on stage? Do not in gage in banter you Bantu, Balanta, Wolinka,
Swahili breed. Read the books that my father wrote and forget your troubles
From the boat. Those drums again you say well grow the rice and you will not die
Today. Beat not your drums for you are under our thumb, thumb a cab no way
We don’t pick up blacks even if they pay. Pay your way through this world in the
New whips and chains of the new millennium, on the chain gang of jail. No bail set to
Bail you out of Africa you monkey, jigaboo, booty scratcher, you have no Terri Hatcher. You are a desperate house Negro caught between your drums and the law who will win? Me the master plan is in and you lose. Stop your drums young one stop your drums or I will stop them for you.