A little something from my brother Cassius
FIFTH DIMENSION IS WON
How do I break through the fifth dimension?
Time is ending as I begin my day
I'm running out of time to break down the fourth wall
Ancestors reap the pain and sorrow of tears that drip into the scorched earth
Red dirt. Blood Red. Blood-shot Eyes. Green Envy
the color of currency that buys airtime
buy a voice, goodbye to hope
good guys buy hope by selling drugs
depressing the thought
pressed into my consciousness like Afro-pics
pressed into my no longer nappy hair
no longer happy here, nappy hair
pressed 'til its straight enough to pass
passers-by wonder were you really born there?
where?
The third world -did you come from the scorched earth?
Their red blood flows through blue veins as green eyes
see white collar crimes as less black
less urban, less problematic, less poor
where less is more
Excuse me but for a second
I thought we all were one
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