“Sojourner’s train sped over hills
down in valleys and through forest trails…
John Henry’s hammer laid the track”
We should bow down in thanks to
those souls of the past…who
gave life and limb…that we would not lack
yet…we’ve given nothing back
our train has slid off its track
forgotten where we came from
…about time we went back
Debase our face like smiling clowns
standing with fake pride, but…
like dominos…we fall down
see hands beat the drums, but
don’t listen for the sounds
“real” Black lays under the ground
their sacrifices it seems…no longer renowned
Wasted on this “X” generation
who know less about History
and more about Play-Station
Can you feel the discombobulation?
The acute dislocation
The bane of Black frustration
This insanity infestation
Lack of direction, but
…plenty of self-expression
Mind oppression
Dereliction
Repression
…of passion
May be our last run
All the signs have begun
All the songs been sung
every witticism and pun
subtraction and sum
forgot where we came from
About time we went back
…get back to beautiful Black
back on track
find the faith we lack
own up to the fact…
we used to have it “phat” like that
we gave up…
the time is now…to be Black like that*
Jon` B. Crenshaw
Off Track
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