Downstream

No one knows tomorrow, The sorrows, Or the reasons are shadows follows, The souls of today are openly shallow, And these times are so deep, The memories we sleep, Deciding what we should or shouldn't keep, How come the eyes are dry when we weep? Understand why it rains, Clouds stand still, Why we get the run of the mill, Why we can't accept GOD'S will, Even when we can still see from the retinas window sill, Brain infected, Divorce neglected, Debt owed and nothing collected, Societies shifty views and they want to be respected? Trying to give directions and themselves can't be directed! Birds of a feather flock together and most think the same, How can we wear the clothes of the past but, we don't want change, How strange, We're diluted and deranged, Who would figure? That we would still be hearing the word NIGGER? The same that hate the word are the ones that still carrying the burning cross, The rappers have won the one money but, verbally many are still lost, Money, the root of all evil, Power fearfully enforced, Respect, we thought is earned not coerced, Take us to a place to have no more of these dreams, Follow the river to the end of its stream..... DMK 06/14/13