The state of Bllack America is like a throw away pistol
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� Throw Away �
By: Terrance Xavier Burton
copyright 2005
Sirens in the back ground,
Sounds of discovery fill the air.
The taste of rain is on the tip of my tongue.
Water has never felt so good.
The rush of the city life never sleeps
Around my neighborhood. Street Lights
Dance off the pavement.
Never have I seen a rainbow in space,
Until I hit a oil slick on the ground.
Becoming one again with the asphalt.
Shadows casing chasing vipers
On my hands. Whispering voices
Are echoes of dreams I never had.
But I truly want to.
Who�s using me for the way my size
Brakes up a crowd. I�m loud an I bring to
Justice my visions of disrespect.
In the Inner city they say they�ve
Started reconstruction.
To push those niggaz bottoms, Cause a Black
Man ain�t nothing but a throw away pistol.
You�ll use him when things get hot
On The block.
Someone is trying to break in your shop.
Hey little lady If things seem shady 9 months 2 babies.
Smelling danger in the air I got cha Back.
When you feel alone at home an things go bump
In the night. Oh�.. There is a spider
I�ll say must I grab this fools attention�Back up!
The tools out the cut.
Left cold by every body,
When I bring the heat to their way of thinking.
Liberation of your mind. Like Malcolm,
Who shot him by any means?
I make nessarary to bring to the table
Correction of what you think of me.
Black willing and able, once made fool of
For my strong features.
In the Inner city they say they�ve
Started reconstruction. To push
Those niggaz bottoms, Cause a Black
Man ain�t nothing but a throw away pistol.
By: Terrance Xavier Burton
copyright 2005
Sirens in the back ground,
Sounds of discovery fill the air.
The taste of rain is on the tip of my tongue.
Water has never felt so good.
The rush of the city life never sleeps
Around my neighborhood. Street Lights
Dance off the pavement.
Never have I seen a rainbow in space,
Until I hit a oil slick on the ground.
Becoming one again with the asphalt.
Shadows casing chasing vipers
On my hands. Whispering voices
Are echoes of dreams I never had.
But I truly want to.
Who�s using me for the way my size
Brakes up a crowd. I�m loud an I bring to
Justice my visions of disrespect.
In the Inner city they say they�ve
Started reconstruction.
To push those niggaz bottoms, Cause a Black
Man ain�t nothing but a throw away pistol.
You�ll use him when things get hot
On The block.
Someone is trying to break in your shop.
Hey little lady If things seem shady 9 months 2 babies.
Smelling danger in the air I got cha Back.
When you feel alone at home an things go bump
In the night. Oh�.. There is a spider
I�ll say must I grab this fools attention�Back up!
The tools out the cut.
Left cold by every body,
When I bring the heat to their way of thinking.
Liberation of your mind. Like Malcolm,
Who shot him by any means?
I make nessarary to bring to the table
Correction of what you think of me.
Black willing and able, once made fool of
For my strong features.
In the Inner city they say they�ve
Started reconstruction. To push
Those niggaz bottoms, Cause a Black
Man ain�t nothing but a throw away pistol.
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