Listen, child
On your way to freedom, remember this keen fact
Everybody don’t really want to go
Be sure to make the distinction between those who love to hear themselves talk
Versus those who desire movement.
The words that leave my lips are precise like a surgeon’s scalpel
Freedom comes at a cost that money cannot buy
The only acceptable currency is pain.
Risk.
Blood.
That’s why cheap men never achieve it,
Greedy men don’t even attempt it
This is why I will never respect the oppressed oppressor. He is blind.
He does not see that he is in the same chains I’m in.
Or worse, he sees clearly and instead of working with me to plan our escape, he finds a way to profit from my pain.
Betrayed by my own brother.
Blinded by his false role of authority, he abuses me and smiles.
He stands by and watches silently as master rapes his own.
He is twisted.
Sick.
In love with the world’s system. Too blind to realize the true light that resides inside of him.
Sold his birthright for instant gratification.
He sold it for a counterfeit version and denies that the truth ever existed at all.
In love with money.
Cars and the clothes.
He salivates awaiting their approval
Climaxing every time they pat him on the head or feed his ego
Counterfeit
I look at him in disgust
Once a king
Sold his birthright for their approval
Remember this in your pursuit of freedom
Everyone doesn’t want to go.
Some people just love the talk
Love the look
Be sure to make a distinction between those who talk and those who
Move.