Ro Deezy: Music

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Ground zero
No heros
No morals
No rules
Play the fool
And be considered cool
But get an education
And submit ya self of the regulations
Of what it is to be young, wild, ruthless and black
Now how twisted is that?
The fact is
We’re ruining our kids
And most of us grown folks is pretty messed up too.

But I
I wana fly.

I wana take off, soar to heights I’ve never reached
I wana stand on the sun and teach
The stars
I want little boys to desire more than money, women and cars
I want little girls to become lawyers, doctors and classy
educated women
I want to raise up an entire nation not shaped in the
glamorization of sinnin’
I want 2 Pac to resurrect and come back to teach the ghetto
gospel
I wana do away with the Latter Day Saints, The Southern
Baptist and the Pentecostals
And every other denomination
I’d rather have a nation
Of one God, one faith and one Holy revelation

I wana fly.

I wana fly so high that even the wind has to reach for me
And only God will be above me
And everyone will love me
And this time … I’ll actually know how to love you back
I wana go to the county courthouse and overturn every
sentence
I want the devil to seek repentance
I don’t ever wana deal with another jail house collect call
I’d rather go to the injustice center and blow up the walls
I want to set my people free and let them live again
I want to give birth to life when I pick up a pen
I want to obstruct the legistlation
And re-write the plans for this nation
And I
Want
To fly.

I want to give birth to a baby girl and spend time greasing
her scalp
I want her to rock dreads when she’s six on her own free
will, I want to show her what being a woman is really all
about.
I want to give birth to a son
And raise a man not infatuated by guns
I want to give birth to entire celestial systems
I want to rock the mic, but I want ya’ll to actually listen.

I wana go to the white house and ask the president
If he consulted the ghetto residents
When he declared war on our communities
And I want diplomatic immunity
And I want to fly.
I want to slam the slam
And can the can
And this time I want you to question who I am
Because now I really have an answer
I want to be an African dancer
Bare feet pounding un trodden land
Sand
Curling itself underneath my toes
I like my wide African nose
And I want my real clothes
Not this phony name-brand shit
That america has programmed us with.

I want every child to have an equal education
I want to reconstruct the fibers of this nation
I want to sell millions of books and CD then turn around
and donate all the money to domestic violence shelters
I want to tear down the statue of liberty and melt her
Because she neva represented my struggle.

I want to write poetry so intense and so deep
That even when I’m gone, my words still echo in your sleep.
I want to fly.