Open Hand

We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution. The open palm may show you, our separation is man made. Made in aid of cementing thoughts that turn John Doe to Adolf. Where they see we weeds we see seeds see We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution. I've seen flowers grow and petals fall from mountains surrounded by estates and suburban terrace housing. Heard notions of positivity discarded like pieces of puzzles. Muzzled echoes of greatness in fear Society may not feel the same elations. We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution We must be heard. From the depths of our bellies From the lump in our throats When questioned on our perceptions But fail to mention. We must continue to be and be in unison. Be and be in unison. Like troops with with lowered arms and open palms. We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution It's amazing. To witness the hierarchy of power you deem acceptable How the masses would rather Hand decisions to the individuals Individuals back to masses In termly political rituals Stand beside me. Not as followers as thinkers So we no longer have to look Up for guidance we can look Side by side What side are you on. We are no different No age No class No Color No Race Like troops with with lowered arms and open palms. Where they see we weeds we see seeds see We no longer need to close our fists for the revolution Oh he must be worthless if his occupation doesn't match your level of patients Oh he must be urban if his cadence drops vowels lower than where his trousers sit. Oh he must be They don't know my history Oh he must be They don't know my history For the knowledge they ripped it out the pages call us thugs and beasts when we protest on stations because embedding of thoughts is what has a nigger run a nigger to the slave ships Stop snitching. Patience All I ask is patience Fear the brother on my shoulder Because he could take my life right now And we act like we don't know no better. I so solemnly swear No I don't really give a fuck No I don't really give a fuck One hand up, other hand gripped on my nuts shake shake man I spent your advance on my lunch No I don't really give a fuck No I don't really give a fuck One hand up, other hand gripped on my nuts shake shake man I spent your advance on my lunch You can't say that, you can't say no you can't black you can't say My brother what you afraid of? we ain't got to cry no more My brother what you afraid of? we ain't got to cry no more My brother what you afraid of? we ain't got to hide no more My brother what you afraid of? we ain't got to die no more