Post by revolt on Nov 9, 2008 11:44:05 GMT -5
I'm a descendant,
a descendant of time,
of blackness encased in drum hymns and rhythms,
played collective and smooth
mocking the beat of my souls rhythm,
a descendant of blood colored waters
of moon lit dancing warriors,
of knowledge and legacies stolen
being vanquished from my essence,
of all the tribes massacred
by a branch of the tree that drips from my for fathers genes and veins,
who started the death tolls that topped and tipped the scales of Jewish genocide,
the thought of a promise land and utopia
vanish from this matrix
and its three dimensional lies and ties,
are i, am i, i am a descendant of the
black man,
Indian
the Spanish man
making me the man you see before you a
Puerto Rican,
a descendant of science and test tube understanding,
descendant of the clusters of stars
the moon
the sun
which blooms and blossoms my skins diluted melanin,
no stranger to the materialized, marginalized spin dried his-story,
a descendant of the lies
the truth
the confused state of our world,
my world
who's wireless connection has been unplugged,
denounced
and pronounced dead at the scene,
I'm a descendant of digitized falsehoods
and of preconceived notions
in a devoured,
neutralized balance of cash made cents,
sense and essence
of whats we view as our liefs feats,
I'm a descendant of the lost,
the found,
a deluxe hybrid in a manufactured technological world,
descendant of the black, the white,
the light, dark,
good and evil,
rich and poor
I'm a descendant,
I'm a descendant,
I'm a descendant.
a descendant of time,
of blackness encased in drum hymns and rhythms,
played collective and smooth
mocking the beat of my souls rhythm,
a descendant of blood colored waters
of moon lit dancing warriors,
of knowledge and legacies stolen
being vanquished from my essence,
of all the tribes massacred
by a branch of the tree that drips from my for fathers genes and veins,
who started the death tolls that topped and tipped the scales of Jewish genocide,
the thought of a promise land and utopia
vanish from this matrix
and its three dimensional lies and ties,
are i, am i, i am a descendant of the
black man,
Indian
the Spanish man
making me the man you see before you a
Puerto Rican,
a descendant of science and test tube understanding,
descendant of the clusters of stars
the moon
the sun
which blooms and blossoms my skins diluted melanin,
no stranger to the materialized, marginalized spin dried his-story,
a descendant of the lies
the truth
the confused state of our world,
my world
who's wireless connection has been unplugged,
denounced
and pronounced dead at the scene,
I'm a descendant of digitized falsehoods
and of preconceived notions
in a devoured,
neutralized balance of cash made cents,
sense and essence
of whats we view as our liefs feats,
I'm a descendant of the lost,
the found,
a deluxe hybrid in a manufactured technological world,
descendant of the black, the white,
the light, dark,
good and evil,
rich and poor
I'm a descendant,
I'm a descendant,
I'm a descendant.
