the is iz

the ground is shaking
you shook
the epicenter is you
the sun is gone
the sky is black
you still thinking it's blue
the weed is bad
the brew is weak
niggas sniffing on glue
the cows are mad
the pigs are sick
chickens claiming the flu
guess what, Rosa Parks is dead
Coretta Scott too
uncovering evidence and clues
but we burying Proof
when broke
i often dream about what i would do
with a check for 50 mill
dave cut his in two
they saying detroit is bad
like every where else ain't
saying africa is starved
like every where else can't
lost for words
i find myself listening more
got a flow
but lately the kid don't care to pour
pain is exciting
trying to heal makes me a bore
the masses are sleep
why wake'em
why not let'em all snore
i say i'm done
yet and still the kid writes more
a genius or lame
will somebody tally the score
you get oscars for being black
and boned on the floor
you get shit for being black and blown to bits in a war
3 dollar gas
2 dollar niggas robbing for mo'
i've ran out of prayers
north pole about to run out of snow
from mitchcon, ameritech, and dte
to state farm, blue cross, and sbc
they screaming "only ten dollars" and i paid the fee
for an unmixed and unmastered burned cd
is it shame on them for selling it
or shame on me
for backing negligence
intelligence, i hope it's in me
what you got, an incurable STD
cancer or AIDS
prognosis got you afraid
wallgreens, the biggest drug dealer i know
even nancy reagan's hooked
i told her, "just say no"
waking up to the sun used to be the bomb
now it's feeling played out like blackplanet.com
the flesh is prison
an inmate, i do time slow
scratching days off the wall like i'm ready to go......