Endorse This

Endorse This

stolen from the continent
of diamonds and gold
a jewel in the hold
bartered and sold


Baba ask if I could shill for them
turn on my smile for a
dollar bill for them
sell grits, fish, liquid for the dishes
some baby food could I sow wishes
sell a little martells or maybe some raid
hack a little sumpthin sumpthin
and get myself paid
me and my boys talked about this before
how much to get me on the selling floor
going, going, gone : Sold American
they got logo fever
would it hurt to feed em
serve what they want
collect the cash and dash
would it be so far
from some of the places
I survived in the past
When I served caps of madness
Chunked and dumped on looking glass
In a straight head it feel crooked the same
Hocking illusion to stem the pain
A hustler hustle no matter the game
Don’t buy one better get two
If you got the red you need the blue
If you want the pain to stop
You know what to do
Pull out ya plastic and shop
Until that nasty bluz stop
Licking around in your mind
Yearning for something ya can’t find
Priceless: ( peace of mind )
No one will tell you that so
Spend that hard-earned cash
On manufactured trash

Naw BaBa

I know its Common
To see us slanging
Gin, sin, and hoodies
In the hood, even Scarface
reversed and pushed some
of Rebok’s goods,
Need a toll booth in the hood
But Baba I think I got stand on
overstanding overstood
refusing to buy or sell
anything that don’t feed the
Hood and remembering
all sweetness ain’t good
Some will rot you
at the core
Leave ya minstrel stepping
on the market floor
off the plantation but
just a pace it’s a matter
of allusion in place
I can’t be the puppet
cuz I done seen the puppeteer
I can still remember how
my folks got here
Going, going, gone: sold American!
No I will not write beer jingles
or let AT&T sample my singles
I have no feeling for the flavor
of their Pringles
I will not carry bricks
for a crooked houze
I sell incendiary wordz
images of freedom
I am a sound bite for
the movement of the movement
town crier slangin truth to
pay the rent armed
with a mic slangin lite
so many aliases you never get it right
Black Ape walking lyrical vandal
Capering in broad day lite
I stay concerned about justice
this and just this
and here and now
not now and then
I who own the nite
cuz that’s what I been given
Stand strong underground
right where I’m living
This one is for the struggle BaBa
I will not build what kills
I serve your higher will
If they buy from me
I will serve them pieces of me
The North Star that fell
from your hand
Serving on sale and free
dreams from a place many
thought gone hope
from a place still strong
in the souls of those
who have chose life
even in the valley of shadow
My long eye measures home
I am of a different drum
song of some other sun
singing Babylon unsung
ever praying amagitten
I’m saying the same thang
everywhere and I don’t
think it’ll sell outer wear
stuff to clear your skin
or straighten your hair
Never commercial
ever nappy from
here to there, give me
some air time ya best
beware I ain’t gone do what
they want me to do
I ain’t the one ya see on the
nightly news, or in the sixty
seconds after tryin to screw you
you know
they know how I do
might do hoo doo
4 life banging Bantu
I can’t do what Condi do
Baba it should be clear to you
I ain’t , can’t, wont sell
no running shoes or
any other commodity
structured to ensnare
my mahogany I won’t
shuffle even a little
cuz it would kill all of me
trying straddle the middle
never trying to sell out
not even a little.


stolen from the continent
of diamonds and gold
a jewel in the hold
bartered and sold

© wordslanger 12/06