ON CONSCIOUS

This tangled web we weave when we judged based on only what we believe / and not on what God believes / all of us are just people we’re just trying to get through this thing life / all having made mistakes and keep making mistakes / I was trapped in this judgemental thing too / I’m gonna come at it like this . . .

I had some thoughts about black conscious scene / the red black and the green afrocentric routine / whether we be consciously or sub-consciously aware or keen / or just knocked on conscious / now of course it’s great to feel great about your race / your nose your face your country even your state / yo spicey foods yo unique attitudes / what makes me me and you you / but all roots come form just one source the creator / that’s the missing link that justified having slaves for the enslaver / thinking one is lessor and the other greater / ones lost the other the savior / on the conscious scene you’ll find more greetings than in a hallmark store / when hello’s are said the brother nods his head and what’s next / is his fist to his chest.  How you doing god? Oh I’m blessed / in the conscious scene there’s more blessed human beings  / than there is grass that’s green at least that’s how it seems / bingo sayin’ blessed has become just lingo / cuz stressed is how it really goes / when we think deep down and when no one else is around / in the conscious scene we take things to the extreme / we won’t call the sista sista we call the sista queen / but a queen is royalty so we should treat her that way / but if U ask does she feel likea queen I wonder what she’d say / if she’s conscious she’d probably say I’m blessed  . . . I guess /  even if her relationship’s a mess / in the conscious scene we don’t confess anything that’s not perfect / it don’t mean wack stuff ain’t goin’ on / we just quilt our covers to be strong /and cover up and protect our seemingly righteous wrongs / now the conscious scene will judge you quick / if you now use rollers when you used to use a pick / or opposite / one day a perm the next all natural / but what change did U’re heart undergo? / is the good heart determined by a Fro? / what if the KKK wore fro’s would dey suddenly have soul? / if I don’t hug you on both sides am I truly off balance? / if I shake with my left hand did I truly disrespect the man? / man o man it’s hard to be a conscious African / if you’re conscious of the double stand / I mean double standards.  Understand? Oops / I mean overstand . . . there it goes again / I guess it’s the way of the world or just the way of the words / speakin’ of words / the conscious scene is not down wit the way Tupac and Biggie did dey thing / now ain’t that sumpin’? / they’re just more blatant wit their womenizing statements / while we’re more slick but will make booty calls jus as quick / like Atari both of us controlled soley by our joysticks / we diss the white man for being so materialistic / yet we the only ones going ballistic to get his materials / we ice friends to make cream / we pass around a pipe just to have a dream (inhale) yeah god / I know God is higher than we are but not higher than we are . . .get it? / we can stop callin’ each other niggas but won’t guns still have triggers? / and won’t our hands still have fingers and won’t we still be finger lickin’? / eatin’ chicken black folks?  Truthfully? / we must be proud of our roots but there is no substitute / for the fact we’re all wack whether white, Jewish, Asian, Hispanic, Indian, or black / the truth is we’re all ruthless / and our love is as conditional as medical insurance / and without the man Jesus we’re hopeless / I say the man not the slaveship / but the one spoke of in God’s manuscript / and not the one painted wit a pale face at yo grandma’s crib / and surely not the one at dem churches that’s all preach and no live / if we’re gonna be conscious let’s start really being conscious / about treatin’ our wives with respect not takin’ dey welfare checks / and start puttin’ all fake jokas in straight up check / no mo thinkin’ wit our joysticks / no more takin’ chick fliks at freak nic / while we way that the whit man is so sick / cuz until we stop bein’ such hypocrites / we gone continue to be knocked on conscious / can U dig it?