Mothers crying. Brothers dying, or cousins dying,
but we don’t care if others dying.
Families crumble, then some of them out of the rubble rising.
And these are just the times we’re in. We can adjust these times,

wearing a watch-ful eye, matched with a stronger mind.
We’ve been fashioned to fit in—close—for all of time.
And if you follow the seam and see what it seems to be,
the top’ll pocket the wallet and fit the jeans to knees.

It seems the needy are knee-deep by my logic.
Whether it be Tuskegee or the projects,
they experiment so they never have an answer
to problems they created like AIDS and cancer. Race is taboo.

Lose sight in your eye-dentity, colorblind.
Our words are undefined. They killed King
and twisted his words. It gets on my nerves
only once a year we attempt to observe his service. Purpose,


words out of context, so now the content
make the loud the content. Never bow to con-ventions.
Venting, been in-venting in the lab,
so you can imagine cinematic when I grab a pen and pad

and illustrate what’s going on like the older song.
Little has changed, so I write to show you wrongs.
What Marvin saw forty years ago, well, here we go
as I sing about it again. Turn up your stereo.

So, if racists hate races, then what do economists hate?
As in the ones on the top that brought us this fate.
Never put much faith in fate, but capitalism is destined to fail
‘cause every crack in the system lets the oppressor prevail.

Those on the bottom pay those on top.
Then they let the bottom fall out and take some off the top.
And this is just off the top, ‘cause you know it’s on.
Let me introduce. The name is Sean. What’s going on?