Trippin' On the Bus in the 80's

by Zamounde Allie



Use me
Abuse me
Constitution for me?
Oh my country tisí of thee
Focus not is what of me
Lay my people in the screets
With crack and weed as their lead
Oh what will come of me
Rebellious that what I be
But violence wonít solve a thang
Tisí fear that rooted thee
Tis tears that eroded me
There my enemy be as do I speak
Not the color of skin he be
But the color of mind in he
Is it he that befriended me
Or is it he that betrayed me
My country tisí of thee
Words say
What I do not see
"I had more to say
but my pencil couldn't keep up 
with the thoughts that ran away"


Trippin' on the Bus in the 80's by Zamounde Allie

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