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The time for waking up is way past due
Crips and bloods ragging, throwing up red and blue
Red and blue lights flash, another brother in jail
Still throwing up gang signs from a confined cell
Cause thats his "boys", hes got to represent
Lost all his freedom, but hes got to represent
No more name, just a number, but hes got to represent
From his prison within a prison, he provides the evidence
Naked yet still clothed, hes been stripped down to his ignorance
But I can appreciate the façade, and why he feels he has to "ride"
It keeps him from dealing with the reality inside
His subconscious depths telling him that hes really living a lie
To keep the others from smelling the fear that he hides
But its time for him to wake up and deal with the tension
And liberate his mind like Jamie Foxx in "Redemption"
Cause thats the only thing that they cannot take
Hed better get it together, his life is at stake
The scorching truth is that those people arent his greatest enemies
The reflection in the mirror shows that adversary is he
Instead of looking at his bed as a place of refuge and rest
Hell be contemplating which sheet would hang him the best
If he doesnt take action soon, hell be out of luck
Cause the slaughter of sanity will cause him to self-destruct
The time for waking up is way past due
Brand name sister walking proud with a strut
Gets ticked off cause the brothers out there staring at the butt
With a roll of the eyes, she ponders why
But cant seem to understand the fact that shes advertising the thighs
She paid good money for that clothing line
Even got "Mary Kayd" up, wig split, looking fine
But at the end of the day, back in the solace of her sanctuary
The fleeting feeling disappears it was only temporary
Truth be told, she doesnt feel much like a queen
Some brother decided to shred her self-esteem
When he drugged her drink and watched her swallow it all
Sat back and relaxed it was Rohypnol
That night became the worst night of her life
Taken advantage of and couldnt put up a fight
Bombarded by memories that break her down to her knees
Internally crying for help, but no one hearing her pleas
Cause shes afraid to reach out, dare even call a friend
Her mind is a jumbled mass of confusion
In the midst of her delusion trying to find a solution
If she doesnt take action soon, shell be out of luck
Cause the slaughter of sanity will cause her to self-destruct
The time for waking up is way past due
Talking about 40 acres but we look like fools
Cause were wearing out our feet, left behind the mule
Special Field Order Number 15 was supposed to make things right
Yet it seems to get anywhere we still have to put up a fight
Well never go forward if we keep looking back
House value depreciating because we infest the hood with crack
Scraping minimum wage for lack of education
And then we have some nerve -- to yell out "Reparation!"
Opportunities endless, teeth need to grit
Somebody tries to slam the door, get your foot in it
The alarm clock is ringing, time for moving and sticking
No more standing on the corner politicking
Ignorance slowly eats away at the brain of the black community
Time to educate, pull together, amass ourselves in unity
God has laid out for each of us a providence
And since He is sovereign it makes good sense
To fight the good fight and stretch for the prize
Find your identity in Christ stop swallowing the lies
If we dont take action soon, and seek after Christ
The slaughter of sanity wont matter
Revelation 21:1-8
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REALITYS ALARM CLOCK
The time for waking up is way past due
Crips and bloods ragging, throwing up red and blue
Red and blue lights flash, another brother in jail
Still throwing up gang signs from a confined cell
Cause thats his "boys", hes got to represent
Lost all his freedom, but hes got to represent
No more name, just a number, but hes got to represent
From his prison within a prison, he provides the evidence
Naked yet still clothed, hes been stripped down to his ignorance
But I can appreciate the façade, and why he feels he has to "ride"
It keeps him from dealing with the reality inside
His subconscious depths telling him that hes really living a lie
To keep the others from smelling the fear that he hides
But its time for him to wake up and deal with the tension
And liberate his mind like Jamie Foxx in "Redemption"
Cause thats the only thing that they cannot take
Hed better get it together, his life is at stake
The scorching truth is that those people arent his greatest enemies
The reflection in the mirror shows that adversary is he
Instead of looking at his bed as a place of refuge and rest
Hell be contemplating which sheet would hang him the best
If he doesnt take action soon, hell be out of luck
Cause the slaughter of sanity will cause him to self-destruct
The time for waking up is way past due
Brand name sister walking proud with a strut
Gets ticked off cause the brothers out there staring at the butt
With a roll of the eyes, she ponders why
But cant seem to understand the fact that shes advertising the thighs
She paid good money for that clothing line
Even got "Mary Kayd" up, wig split, looking fine
But at the end of the day, back in the solace of her sanctuary
The fleeting feeling disappears it was only temporary
Truth be told, she doesnt feel much like a queen
Some brother decided to shred her self-esteem
When he drugged her drink and watched her swallow it all
Sat back and relaxed it was Rohypnol
That night became the worst night of her life
Taken advantage of and couldnt put up a fight
Bombarded by memories that break her down to her knees
Internally crying for help, but no one hearing her pleas
Cause shes afraid to reach out, dare even call a friend
Her mind is a jumbled mass of confusion
In the midst of her delusion trying to find a solution
If she doesnt take action soon, shell be out of luck
Cause the slaughter of sanity will cause her to self-destruct
The time for waking up is way past due
Talking about 40 acres but we look like fools
Cause were wearing out our feet, left behind the mule
Special Field Order Number 15 was supposed to make things right
Yet it seems to get anywhere we still have to put up a fight
Well never go forward if we keep looking back
House value depreciating because we infest the hood with crack
Scraping minimum wage for lack of education
And then we have some nerve -- to yell out "Reparation!"
Opportunities endless, teeth need to grit
Somebody tries to slam the door, get your foot in it
The alarm clock is ringing, time for moving and sticking
No more standing on the corner politicking
Ignorance slowly eats away at the brain of the black community
Time to educate, pull together, amass ourselves in unity
God has laid out for each of us a providence
And since He is sovereign it makes good sense
To fight the good fight and stretch for the prize
Find your identity in Christ stop swallowing the lies
If we dont take action soon, and seek after Christ
The slaughter of sanity wont matter
Revelation 21:1-8
-Minister Christopher Williams
2004
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). All girls who dress a certain way aren't taken advantage of, or even have low self-esteems. And every gang-banger "thug" hasn't completely abandoned the opportunity for change and someday boarding the ship of self improvement.
