Dark Skeletons
There's something out there
killing our young black Brothers
Not with Guns or Knives
But with there minds
Something so strong
and so deep
That it quickens the soul just to think it
Do you see it
Right there in front of you
smiling down
with gold teeth shining in the darkness
I'm talking about dark skeletons
Niggas who hate there own kind
Holding them back
Stealing what ever hopes
and dreams they may poses:
"Look at this little nigga here
What you think you smart
You think you something the rest of us ain't
Nigga you ain't nothing
And you never will be
You just like your father before you
a bastard dog reject to society
who would rather do nothing
than get a job
or get a God
a nigga who smoked and sold dope for a living
and left his family in the cold
you ain't nothing"
I'm talking bout dark skeletons
Niggas who smile in your face
All the while they planning to steal your soul
A brother who would rather see you
Rotting away in the ghetto
rather than in them schools
doing something for yourself
don't listen to him young brothers,
they a part of us all
and if you take the time out
to just listen to them
you there's:
"Come on young brother
Don't you want some
Don't you want to be a part of the game
Don't you want to be free
Just take a hit
One little hit
And you'll be in another world"
What world is that hell,
He will please you
Until he don't need you
And that's when you out on them streets
begging for a lousy dime
begging for your lowly soul
that dime that will never come home
from the lack of soul
the lack of ambition
the lack of heart
don't let him get you
or be a victim
to those who have no faces
or no lives
no nothing that can do you any good
I'm talking about dark skeletons
Those who say they your friends
But still trying to steal your soul
Those who would look you in the eye
Aiming where to spit
Young brothers
it's right out there in your faces
and you don't see it
the skeleton is real
and it could be any body
my brother is a skeleton
you know I can see him now
standing on the street corners selling rock
killing his own people:
"Brother, Brother
do you want to buy a dime
or maybe you want to be like me
and commit unholy crimes
brother, brother
do you want you soul
give it to me
and I'll make your feelings whole"
whole with what,
grief, regret
my brother went in and out of the pen
so many times
that it became a home
a home that he couldn't live without
and unfortunately he didn't
he died from multiple gunshot wounds to the chest
I live my life wondering every day
what would have happened
what should have happened
but couldn't save my brothers soul
I give it to you in a nut-shell
What burns bright in the endless night
What flows slow where the sun always shines
What brings darkness with a cloud of mist
What brings a death that a single tear cannot hid
I'm about dark skeletons
Are you one
I never had no Father
Man when I was young and growin' up in the ghetto
I never had no father
Mamma say just as quick as that bastard busted a nut
He was up and out
When I was young and had no father
I chose the streets to guide my soul
To make me the man I am today,
A Nigga doin' ten to life for murder and robbery
Man when I was young and growin up in the ghetto
I never had no father
I never knew the nigga
I remember I would tell all the brothers in the hood
That he was in the army
Or worked for some fancy agency
I told them
That he was so busy makin money
That he didn't have the time
To stay at home with me and the family
But I never knew the Nigga
I imagined him to be six feet tall
With rippling arms like tree trunks
I imagined him lifting me up with his huge arms
And saying:
You my boy
And I'm gonna always love you son
But he never did
He wasn't there
When I was young and growing up in the ghetto
I never had no father
But I had three brothers
One was evil
That side of me that wanted nothin more than nothing
The nigga who was quick to agitate
And fast to run
The other was like a cat
A sneaky brother
Who would steal the little money mamma had
Out of her purse
And the third:
Well this nigga was different
This was the nigga who wanted out of the ghetto
The Nigga who read books
And became a Muslim
I don't want you to forget me:
Yet you soon will
I don't want you to forget me
yet in my heart I know you will
in the beginning you may cry for me
but in the end your heart will heal
I don't want you to forget me
for only our greatest fears can make us cry
I don't want you to miss me
because as all things go: so must I
I don't want you to forget me
because my love is so, so real
but if we want to grow
we must give ourselves time to feel
I don't want you to cry for me
for I am not worth the tears
there is more out there for you
than a man who can only love a few years
I don't want you to hurt for me
yet inside for you I ache
I cry a pain so deep it quickens me
for it is the hurt I bring that you must take
I don't want you to long for me
for my love can never be too far
I want you to know that I can never forget you
because it is this bond that makes us who we are
I don' t want you to forget me
because our love is too strong
to give it all up
for one last love song
I don't want you to forget me
but I know time is not my friend
he will steal our hearts desires
and make us loose them in the end
I don't want you to forget me
but I know you soon will
but maybe we can meet again
and the love we had may have healed
I don't want you to forget me
but my heart tells me you will
I don't want you to forget me
yet in my heart I know you will
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