**ima give yall a piece of my mind is an ocean please allow me to take my time
it's not because im old
im a carpenter with these words
i have to build each line
cap be con
im lying
but let me at least
make the lines
mime my mind
I transform to Tilla The Poet
so Tilla Sonrise can practice his
Twizted Metaphorz
Blunts be smoking
so I'll be blunt
jump off evil kaneivil Stunt
I've always known ice to melt
I've never known ice to hunt
it's like we are headed for D Day
but first we must be Warsaw
it's like the SS is in the US
trying to police policies on poor people politics in pulpit where so many forgot the word was up
heads push down in frowns that smile on Instagram
so no one will notice the death inside
in a world where they normalize genocide that's homicide
groceries full of pesticides
accepting the role of pest
so they can push the homeless aside
I wonder if Ms Badu ever knew
the bag lady died
seems we all missed the bus
Godfather Gus
All on the same battlefield
No friends to trust
Tic toc taught to only focus on us
man my minds a memory
I see the symmetry of the cemetery
living on unmarked Graves
how we become free slaves
dumb as free
physiology phenomenal physically mentally emotionally financially
the imagery of chains slaves cuffles in the cell in our brains
on our minds looking for yourselves
we've become the strange fruit
and the trophies on the shelves
born blind looking for light
children no longer home before they come on
see emcees used to make you think
now they make you wanna get high have sex or drink
living on the brink of destruction
that we used to be headed for
now we are trained to dread the Moors
from Seattle to Baltimore
renting land they know is ours
plenty put pen to write
but what pen to fight
when the pen is mightier than the sword
my Words are sworD
I was born a problem
medication couldn't fix
Fred Hampton on the mix
Black Cat back against the wall
trapped in a fence
Bleeding pens Tilla Sonrise peace
Mind an ocean don’t rush the wave
Carpenter bars every line get laid
Pen still sharp in a digital age
Words be swords let the truth invade
Mind an ocean don’t rush the wave
Buildin with thoughts they afraid to save
They numb the pain I sharpen the page
Bleeding pens but the soul get saved
Mind like tides swimmin through debt
Generational weight on the neck
No will no land still told be free
Chains look invisible still heavy on me
Pulpits politic prophets perform
Selling comfort while breeding the storm
Scroll past death tap hearts and go
Living on graves but the drip still glow
Ice cold systems hunt warm blood
Call poison food call struggle love
They fear the pen so they dull the thought
But ink still bite when the truth get caught
Never sick just hard to contain
Too much sight for a numbed out brain
Black cat cornered pen still slick
Bleeding on the page yeah that’s the fix
Mind an ocean don’t rush the wave
Carpenter bars every line get laid
Pen still sharp in a digital age
Words be swords let the truth invade**
TillaSonrise
