Soulsomeness

We are the soulsomeness of the soulless

Stripped of our freedom so quick that they can no longer look us in the eyes, so they shoot us in the back

The soul some to the voiceless 

Screaming "we can't breathe" when they put us in a choke hold, so they tighten it leaving only mere snippets of our silenced voice to escape until we can be heard no more

Still overlooked for our colour because we are the only ones who know that this 'justice of department' is a piece of crap

They don't give bull that it was "140" fired at two of our people so they don't indict their people because they wore uniforms;  meaning their actions are justified...

We were once happy little hippies of the 60's

Lifting our hands up in fist form to support ourselves when no one else would

And now all we have left is a neverending decorated ghostly street 

We raise our hands in Ferguson telling them "don't shoot", while we cry for Tamir and wear our "hoods" for Trayvon

You don't call for 'calmness' when you've got such inhumane acts happening in your nation

Can't you take a hint that we won't be oppressed any longer

That the safest place ain't the what it is if we are dying from "broken necks"

We too are just a people, we are not a paper people

We are a people, a black people to simplify

Though I breathe you, I breathe inside of you 

Cause we were crafted from the same dust, and now they will never be all they set out to be

We were just a soulsomeness people

A people for the discouraged and batted peoples

To be taken on the "24/12" was too much, my moms spent it in sorrow

You know that I'd get a longer sentence for a lesser crime than what he got for 140

You can't "rule me as a homicide", "taser me 5 times" and "batter me to death in an abandoned lot" 

You can't decline our peaceful protest 

We were once the happy little hippies of the 60's doing the impossible without fear of the consequences

Our peoples were making history and we were the happiest of hippies than

I can't believe it's 2015 and we're still here protesting this shit 

When you gonna get it...?

Not every negro that wears a hood or wears their pants below their knees is a suspect

You've gone from killing our boys, and now you killing our women too?

Rest In Peace Aiyana, Tanisha, Miriam, Darnisha and all our other black beauties

We are our sisters' keeper

We were once a soulsomeness people thinking we were in paradise 

But we were wrong...

You see we used to fight to live, and now even when we don't fight, we still get killed

The word soulsomeness isn't even the word no more

We are not the happy little hippies of the 60's no more 

It's the third world for BLACK POWER!

This is the NEW CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT and 

THE REVOLUTION BELONGS TO THE YOUTH!

Dedicated to my soulsomeness brothers and sisters who were robbed of their short lived lives.