By Gregory Powell
In these last days, I got a praise
Now we shocked out malaise, that darken our days
I’m a resurrect-or so I raise, pulling my ass out the grave
Where I been a slave in a hopeful haze
But now the mask off the beast from the west to the east
That strong Black love provokes dogs off they leash
But I’m gonna reach and preach for my release
Gonna beseech and teach to get my people free
Seek God and pray and fight
when they come for me
Hopefully I don’t get hung up a tree
If I do my sons I did it for you
And all the people darker than blue
I’ll intrude into the multitude
Of the abused but not confused
Where all God’s children got shoes
Witnesses against devils, iron rebels
Of whips and chains and wicked brains
Police bullet rain, wet blood stain
I take the pain convert to gain
Strain to attain the freedom train
In these last days I got a praise
For my peoples we got to raise
We been played, justice delayed
Like Jesus flayed, lost souls strayed
The dead walking like a fucking parade
Distracted to destructed by toxic charade
Wake the fuck up, the prophetic tirade
Nation bleeds death under band aid
Over souls of saints who prayed
Forgive me, I’m saved, but I’m irate
The death of hope for united state
Idiot dictator primed to dictate
Dollar fascists perpetrate
Take the streets and demonstrate
Take your power agitate
Raise a nation and make it great
Like Muhammad a heavyweight
Float like butterfly sting like bee
Get the nigga’s off the tree
Snatch the blind and make them see
Save the souls and make them free
Raise the babies love your mate
Prison systems eradicate
Revolution orchestrate
We got to set this shit straight,
cause I can’t relate
I can’t relate
I can’t relate
In these last days I got a praise
Coming out complacent haze
Systems to raze, so my flow raves
Dead to raise from they graves
I blaze trails so I’m a trailblazer
Holy Ghost armor to repel the Taser
I’m a crazier praiser, a stepping razor
I serve Savior, I a demon slayer
Iron like Zion Lion; I don’t waver
Marinade your skull with liberation flavor
Time to refine the mind for the grind
Eat the meat of the melon not the rind
Spirit nourishment to unbind
Demand demons get thee behind
Illusions burn and loot
Kingdom of God on earth reboot
My lyrics are loaded: aim, shoot
Decapitate the hate down to the root
Bring in the harvest of strange fruit
Freedom fighter field negro recruits
Overcome the ruse that abuses
Polit-Pimps confuse the losers
The bible says Satan the accuser
Drive by sniper in a blue cruiser
My drum beat is an automatic
Pop goes down the autocratic
Slap back the racist static
Tone to the bone to chill the erratic
Refuse to lose I keeps the battle at it
Djembe loaded aim fire rat ti tat it
Beat your soul into a zone of ecstatic
In these last days I got a praise
Molded clay, focusing my ways
Fighting for right is my delight
My soul is bright my flow skin tight
God my might, he is the light
I got no fright, I own the night
I bloom in blight, I strive to fight
Alive in stride, on air I glide
The wind I ride to turn the tide
Bomber said run but you can’t hide
Trying to save you from suicide
I am local not nation wide
I unleash souls who seek to hide
I rescue minds from demonic pride
I explode local but blast world wide
My fish is fried, got peace inside
I make the enemy petrified
I keeps my God glorified
I’m so high I stretch the sky
I never die, you wonder why?
Cause I got to praise these last days
I’m out the grave, the ex-slave
Lazarus stepping out slavers cave
Justice I crave, and so I rave
Down the hate,
cause I can’t relate
I can’t relate
I can’t relate
Gregory Powell is a free lance writer.
Photo courtesy of Time Magazine/ Getty Images.
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