History

Wrote this the other day, didn't put it on the computer until right now. So much talk about this lately has prompted me to speak about it.


History.
That circle, persistent as death calling
Wretched, full of pain
We rise, they fall
Markings in a book
We read, but in doing so
Ensue to repeat it
Evolution of man
No, no, no, not ape to man
Our ignorance springs eternal
Nigger – to hugs and daps
Embracement – to "hooded" thugs that clap
Back to the word
With dreams they trap
Forget a word, my nigga embraces me in times of need
Spoken to stifle him, reflection of the “Dream”
They got you so cloudy you forgot what it means
Meant.
Stories told of harsher meanings spoken
Now used as a token
Old heads say, “Better left unspoken”
We understand to the extent our years bring
Those with wrinkles and crows feet
Dealt with the Real
Not that this history is untold
We see its effects
We repeat to satisfy our nature
Repeat to endure, what else do you know?
Yet adorn the blue eyes with fuel
Why open doors you can’t handle
So energy’s wasted, to keep it tasteful censors bleep it
But we insist to keep it
Can’t wrap my head around it
Certain “others” obtain privilege to use it
Majority prohibited to utter it
But I keep with it my nigga.