Mental, Emotional, Perceptual Revolution

by Rukiya Faizah



Iím feeliní my people ~ My people are you feeliní me ~
I need you to be ~ I need you to be

So here I am and here I stand amongst you all in common place |
I love my brothaís and my sistahs, therefore, I stand face to face |
I can not deny the fact that I want to surrender and slowly die |
but Iím still here and Iíve survived so like Maya Angelou ďI riseĒ |
We rise as a people and as a nation we rise as one |
black men and black women constantly rising to the sun |
I ainít done | listen upÖIíve got a lot more on which to speak |
like the beauty and strength of blackness |
like the pride in the black technique, shit we ainít weak |
but weíve got to learn when to let things go |
and when itís necessary to fight (never against each other though)|
there are many people who hate me and despise who I be |
who donít understand my light provides the means for you to flee |
safely and securely out of the shadows of destruction |
into the arms of a deeper love who will never put a deduction on your soul |
Some say, that absence makes the heart grow fonder |
but without you in my life, yo, my heart starts to wander |
on through new territories, boundaries unbroken |
I speak through the words I write, youíll never find me outspoken |
Iím always heard and that you bettaí believe |
What Iím trippiní on is hate and how it can deceive |
and leave black people lost so we never unify |
we must try till we die to solidify our lives |
and I verbalize we must go against the grain |
slay oppressionistic thoughts, get ahead of the game |
 
Itís time for revolution, revolution, revolution |
Revive the revolution |
Revive the revolution
Itís time for revolution, revolution, revolution |
Nowís the revolution |
Nowís the revolution

Once I obtained the strength to challenge those who hate me |
I gave my word that I would never ever let them make me |
into a sistah confused about my blackness |
ashamed of my nappiness |
rising strictly through my sassiness |
oh hell nah, not I, Iíve got more dignity in my essence |
the presence of self-hatred gives birth to destruction and passivity |
monotone verses of straight bullshit, no creativity |
could never be delivered by a soul thatís truly free |
in me, there is a passion that can only be found in black blood |
Itís the same passion that becomes lost
when we drag ourselves through thickened mud |
Be you dark as the night or bright as a fallen star |
I love you to death, my people, love who you are

Itís time for revolution, revolution, revolution |
Nowís the revolution | Nowís the revolution

Iím feeliní my people ~ My people are you feeliní me ~
I need you to be ~ I need you to be

(Itís time to revolutionize our perceptions of one another
and the perceptions of those who hate our sistahs and our brothaís)


Mental, Emotional, Perceptual Revolution by Rukiya Faizah

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