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Wednesday, October 22, 2025

Mumia

Mumia lives in a place that should not exist

A result of a mockery they call a trial

The world proclaims injustice, many insist

Still the system is in defiant denial

I do not glory in the death of any man

Yet how much can we take?

We rise against oppression to do the best we can

Day after day you inflict us with your lies

The cause for justice we will never forsake

Allmighty God, He hears our cries

Allmighty God, Him you cannot fool

Or shut him out with your actions cruel

So Mumia lives, three stone walls and an iron gate

These are the manifestations of America’s hate

When you want us to kill for the flag we are brothers all

Come serve your country that is the call

And in return you make us sit and wait

Herded in your ghettos you try to educate

And when we act on the lessons you teach

When we speak our mind and practice free speech

You send in the police, the FBI and CIA

And heroes like Mumia are taken away

An honest day in court

Is what we require

That would retort

And quench this fire

Instead Mumia sits condemned on death row

In a tormented existence that few do know

A political prisoner an unwilling symbol

You can bind the man but not the soul

Mumia these words I write

And promise never to give up the fight

Saturday, October 18, 2025

Here You Go Ben

The hot sun is yellow and the sky a perfect blue

Our special star giving kisses saying I love you

We are all beautiful and everyone is a gift

There you go hitchhiker let me give you a lift

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

See the midnight heavens the stars are shining bright

I’m here by your side holding you tight

There are a lot of things in the world that just ain’t right

But we ain’t giving in Ben we’re gonna fight

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

I left sugar mountain you know it wasn’t so sweet

Forever on the roam my only home was the street

See the cool kids smoking joking laughing away

When you toss the dice sometimes you gotta pay

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

In life there are lessons to understand

We get dealt the cards only one hand

I wish I was a singer in a rock and roll band

But today folk music ain’t even in demand

See all the losers lost in their martini escape

Their life of misery is an endless repeating tape

But Ben I have some mighty dreams just for you

Here you go Ben sometimes dreams come true

Here you go Ben the trains running again

God Loves you can I get an amen

I love you now just like I loved you then

Here you go Ben the trains running again

Do you know?
Was it the birds?
Was it the trees?
That’s not what I heard
Could you tell me please?

Who taught the sun to shine?
Its warmth and beauty so fair
It’s not yours it’s not mine
It’s for all to share

Who taught the rain how to fall?
To bring life to one and all

Isn’t it plain to see?
It was the God of Eternity

Friday, October 17, 2025

Cannon Fodder A.K.A Beloved Daughter

NeNe, I've never spelled her name before, had no need

Easy, that was her deceased son's nickname

Blown away on the Newark streets, another casualty

Like autumn leaves falling from the trees casually

But in the dirge of death the community's spirit overflows

Mourner's packed the church house for the funeral

Some in suits and some in tatters, it's the heart that matters

Jessica, nice young lady, singing the soulful street serenade of sorrow

No education, no experience, no relative to lay down nepotism

Economic think tanks serve the lustful desire of the Federal Reserve

Calculating to four decimal points how to maximize potential profit

And if the numbers rising on the sheets equates death upon the streets

Well it's somebody else's child irregardless, not their mess

So NeNe wept when Jessica enlisted, it's her way out she insisted

The crazed maze is carefully crafted by master psychologists

Slavery is packaged in a pretty green uniform under an American flag

You'll be serving your country, become part of a grand family

Just hope you don't get raped, physically, mentally, spiritually

Robots make efficient killers, we haven't mastered MK Ultra just yet

So Irving Berlin's 'God Bless America' defeats Woody Guthrie's 'This Land is Your Land'

Let it be known that nothing is of yet written in stone

For Jessica at the moment is both alive and well

As we journey collectively on our space ship Mother Earth

Wars wage, in every age, the planet's spinning and we keep sinning

A war on terror is the bold declaration of a total farce, unless you look in a mirror

Where more of our soldiers commit suicide by far then die in combat

And we pray for Jessica with all of our might

She is amidst enemy territory unaware of the peril infesting her soul

Please Lord, don't let our beloved child die in some useless war

The prayer echoes in Chinese, and Russian, and Arabic and Hebrew and...

For these words are not a sonnet of surrender

Rather a battle cry for forevermore, a war on war

When statisticians coldly calculate the predicted rate of slaughter

Do not see cannon fodder rather know it is Jessica our beloved daughter

I don't want to see NeNe cry at a funeral no more

Thursday, October 16, 2025

Electric Jive

I was lost in the blue on LaRue Avenue

Every face every place reminded me of you

You’re a demon who ascended to heaven’s gate

I know a lot of bad words and the worst of them is wait

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life

Big Tiny was hustling numbers hoping to score

You know you’re a gambler if you always want more

I bet my heart and soul it was all that I had

Even in sin when you win it’s natural to be glad

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life

Well the cards were marked and they delt from down below

There was going to be a fight from the get go

A year’s wages of chips sitting on the table

A smokey room a gambler’s doom straight out of a fable

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life

My love hearts fall to diamonds cause money’s supreme

The ultimate score’s the wicked whore of my dream

When things become rough you need more than words to bluff

I was hoping that my sweet six shooter would be enough

Somewhere there’s a dead man with a bullet in his brain

Somewhere there’ s a conman with a story to explain

I’m a wanted man the scourge of the underground

And baby that’s the real reason I’m nowhere to be found

The streets are alive in electric jive

Gotta be quick in the trick to survive

Reality it cuts just like a knife

Electric jive it’ll save your life

Tuesday, October 14, 2025

A Fond Fair Thee Well

Brother Tyrone

God calls you home from His throne

To heaven beyond the skies blue

A petition none can refuse

I bid thee as you enter eternity

A fond fair thee well

Brother Tyrone

Grace will carry you into infinity

For God loves you more than you can tell

It seems life just begun

But your race has been run

With all your might

You have fought the good fight

Have no uncertainty

For God is full of mercy

The price paid on Calvary

Paid in full

A fond fair thee well

This world may be bitter and cruel

But Brother Tyrone

You were no fool

For you put your trust

In the Lord Jesus

You will be greatly missed

We will weep and we will cry

But we are not saying goodbye

For it is our hope and prayer

In heaven fair

In the glory of the endless light

We shall unite

Brother Tyrone

Hear the bell ringing

The angels are singing

Another soul called by the Lord

Another soul taken to their reward

A fond fair thee well

Monday, October 13, 2025

Military Industrial Complex

Every weapon

Is a dream forsaken

A piece of bread

Taken

From the mouth of the poor

Such is the horror

Of war

The factories work day and night

Weapons, uniforms, food, for those who fight

They are generously paid

For the goods that are made

See wicked men gray and old

Coveting coffers full of gold

Hear the tale they tell

Making Eden hell

All is not well

Nor shall things be

Until we are free

Of organized hate

We have no time to wait

The ship is sinking in the stormy sea

We must be free

In the depths of my heart there is a hole

I feel it vex

My soul

The Military Industrial Complex

Satan’s soldiers with suit and tie

Manipulating the nation with lie after lie

Hear the perishing baby

Give its final cry

Why?

For profits

For profit they die

Saturday, October 4, 2025

What A Beautiful Brain

What A Beautiful Brain

By John Kaniecki

This ain’t no school boy fantasy,

This is for real.

I’ve learned the lessons of history,

I know the deal.

Take it brother, take it all the way.

Its bitter cold but I wanna play.

Einstein made the bomb,

So he could blow up his mom.

Einstein he was insane,

What a beautiful brain?

Oh God how I love the night.

Oh God how I love the fight.

Dirt and shit and slime and grime,

Twisting the arms of Father Time.

All to get just one more dime.

And they say Wall Street ain’t a crime.

Einstein made the bomb,

So he could blow up his mom.

Einstein he was insane,

What a beautiful brain?

So if you believe in Love,

If you worship God above,

If you got one more song,

Sing it Brother, sing it strong.

Einstein made the bomb,

So he could blow up his mom.

Einstein he was insane!!!!!!!!!!!

What a beautiful brain……………………………………………………

Thursday, October 2, 2025

Ghetto Blue

A little girl on the street

Trying to find some food to eat

Can’t you see her cryin’

Can’t you see she’s dyin’

Why don’t you help her Lord above

All she needs is a shot of Love

People pass with their heads turned

They should all want to learn about the

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

This concrete jungle’s a mess

It churns feelings hard to express

It’s time to open our eyes

How many more must die

As I sit and sing my song

Hoping it can right a wrong

I share my soul for all to see

To those that don’t act kindly to the

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

I long for the day

When the children can play

No worry of evil near

Live a life without fear

Maybe if we worked together

We’d be able to make things better

No more blood will be shed

No more tears will be shed by the

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

No more blood will be shed

No more tears will be shed by the

Girl with the heart of gold

The girl you should yearn to hold

The cold and naked truth

About the girl with the eyes of ghetto blue

Listen To Ghetto Blue

Saturday, September 27, 2025

A Rap for a Real Revolutionary

Bad news she softly said

Chairman Fred is dead

What was his crime?

What did he do wrong?

Being ahead of his time

And fighting too strong

The wind blows harsh in Chicago

Wailing woe

For the secrets it does know

We just wanted to be free

And live decently

She says between tears

As she hangs low her head

This is the worst of our fears

Chairman Fred is dead

Revolutionaries in truth cannot die

The question will persist

Why?

I insist

That we carry on

Though like so many others

Chairman Fred is gone

I salute you sisters, I salute you brothers

Let us not give up the fight

For one day darkness will be vanquished by light

That is the hope that is the dream

That is the motive supreme

Countless sorrows my heart has bled

Our martyrs’ blood like rivers flow

Oceans of agony is the pain we know

Chairman Fred is dead

We too must be willing to give our lives

That is how the struggle survives

The Hollow Men

They sleep but never do they dream

Angry men afraid of their own scream

What little they have they gladly share

With all their hearts so do they care

These are the broken men the hollow men

The thought after the prayer the soft amen

These are the broken men the hollow men

The huddled masses you have forgotten

Hopeless they are full of desire

Kindle awaiting a sacred fire

Ignored deplored the victims of hate

Soon is their moment just wait

Lies and truth we mix them so well

They offer heaven and deliver hell

It’s not the words but how they are uttered

It’s not the meal but that the bread is buttered

Come salute the flag and don the uniform

The streets are cold the barracks are warm

These are the broken men the hollow men

The thought after the prayer the soft amen

These are the broken men the hollow men

The huddled masses you have forgotten

Minds molded shaped as if they’re clay

For glory there is a price to pay

For the homeland we shall fight and kill

To our master we bend our will

These are the broken men the hollow men

The thought after the prayer the soft amen

These are the broken men the hollow men

The huddled masses you have forgotten