I was killed once

[JABOOM]

I was killed once





I died before and it was a horrible death


Shot dead Hung strung up


I laid in my warm pool of blood seeing the sky fading to dark


Fearful of what was on the other side


Eyes sunk in their sockets


Body covered with ants & flies buzzing


Chalk lines drawn undertaker coming


Body broken mouth open and pupils wide


Murdered before my prime


People passing my pine box in tears


My family’s fears realized


Dead to freedom and knowledge of self


The worst part of dying was I died for nothing


No cause No mission no progress


Just laid to rest more trash in the ground


Buried in this mess…and unblessed




Then Marcus Garvey carried me to safety


Bob Marley revived me


Martin delivered my new organs


And Malcolm sewed up my wounds


Tupac donated some bone marrow


While Huey adjusted my blood flow


Nat turner and Sojourner told my world I would pull threw


Harriet transported me to recovery


Finally Dubois gave me my release


The Dr. Clarke told me stay off me feet




Once back in this world Sister Soulja took to me rehab


Helping me walk Assata took me by the hand


My vocal cords were damage so Fred Jr taught me how to speak


Ali turned off the TV and told me I need to get to healing


Maya Angelou showed me how to use my hands


While Nikki Giovanna removed my body cast


Matula Shakur wrote me a letter to keep my head up


I read it as Mandela helped me make my bed up




Still weak when I got home but Corinne Bayle Ray cooked me a meal


Shared rhymes with Mos Def and Badu sung and rubbed my forehead


Got visits from Common and joked bedside with Outkast


Talk the future with Dead Prez


When I felt better danced with Jill Scott


Vibed with the Fugees


Bobbed my head to Kayne’s beats


Even had fun riding with Greg Street


Lupe and I played checkers


Goodie Mob taught me Chess


Floetry bought cloths for my daughter


The Gorillaz brought me some water


Then that’s when my baby girl walked


She said “daddy get up I need your love and hugs”


That was enough for me


I was well thanks to my lil mama


And I can’t forget my life savers




I was killed once


But revived by history music and love


Given a mission to repay them


Only payment good enough is sharing my words


Passion along my vision


In hopes of saving the world


Also educating my people


And doing as Umi say


Still in this world because my job is far from done


JABOOM
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[BlackRoots]

That's a great poem
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I was born black & I'm probably gonna die because I'm BLACK....