My People...

An excerpt from the book "Lyrically Speaking (Ghetto Games)" by Michael Barham.

My People…

My People, why are we so hell bent on falling from grace?

 The greatest race to ever be placed on this earth's face is now just a disgrace.

We used to embrace each other, when we would greet each other

Now we chase each other and beat each other

We waste each other when we meet each other

Like we hate each Mother for ever giving birth to another member of OUR human race

What we are doing is insane and only a human can be that inhumane.

 Do you even get what I am saying?

 My People...

Unequaled in our appetite for destruction

Or maybe this is just the prequel for some future malfunction

 Caused by creations of our own construction

Because these once in a lifetime opportunities

Are taken for granted as quickly as they are landed

Everything has been handed to us so easily

 So, what is a few more measly casualties in the grand scheme of things?

 Where one's dreamers dream, is another one’s nightmare

And now here we are,

Right there hoping that someone else at ground zero can control the damage

 But back in ‘73 Alice Childress told me

That "A Hero Ain't Nothing But A Sandwich"

My People...

 See...my people are as delicate as we are resilient

We are as beautiful as we are brilliant

Settling for one in a million but, I know the math

And it is more like, one in just one over seven billion

That is over seven thousand times greater than we even believed

Imagine the new heights that we could achieve using out collective IQ's

Our whole would be so much greater than the sum of our parts

So we will always be smarter than just me and you

We’ve got to change the world view

That is seen through the eyes of our children in these ill times

 Because, the reality of how we really act

Is being revealed to them in real time

Got to fix it, while there is still time...

My People...