Song Poem

Suga’ Happens…

Drunk every night, freshman yr., like snooki

That’s a simile I believe, good looking

Out

Yeahhh…

See you later alligator

Yeah, I took a pause

Suga’ just happens, get it cracking

There’s no room for flaws

Well pardon me,

I guess I'm misplaced out of this ideology

Cause what I believe to be sane as well as morally engrained

In the essence of our being           

Maybe voidness, like Buddhist teaching.

Whatever the case, it’s a race

Survival of the fittest

Aye yo Father Time, can you tell

Baby New Year to bear witness

Cause it’s a new age of rebirth

Another Renaissance of some sorts

Suga’ just happens

Best believe, it is present

Baring gifts of the worst possible satisfaction.

Music blaring in my phones, monster beats printed

Black like the identity I presumed and was politically given

I don’t mind though I like it

In the sense that I must admit that

There must be a gene engraved in my DNA

Its so hard to explain so I’ll break it down, even skip foreplay

Speaking from a stereotypical given,

Lessons of American living,

A dream only achieved whilst one’s sleepin’,

Borderline acceptingly called, myself African American.

Wheeww, another one

Back to the meaning of the truth of which we come

From a life in which we struggle, then it always comes down to one

To start a Revolution, or maybe not that extreme in all cases

For example, Harriet T maybe the coolest woman I could ever known existed

Conducted a movement, disguised it as a railroad

Light posts guided the way as safe points

With hidden tolls,

This story could never get old.

Wake up and breathe,

Take a second and look around

Read your history

Yeah, it just got personal

Like I just had a moment, lost in time

Tears drop for the fallin’ souls

Shall you reach true happiness, real talk.

Black people need to take a stand

Because with struggle comes success

Cause it takes a hard worker, simple comparative as that

To achieve greatness in a world of the racially oppressed

And one would think MLK teachings…

Pardon the brief introduction

Would have been instilled in our hearts instead of movies and booklets

We praise him, Malcolm X, and we can’t forget Miss Rosa

Pocket full of dreams, they had rallies like sold out stadium concerts

Spreading music, old-school tunes, remixed by my time’s musicians

And this melody should float off the vibrations instead of getting lost in translation

Their message left the minds of our youth

Leaving them in despair, oh what’s the use?

I guess we didn’t take the latter

Made what we call the “White Man’s” pocket fatter

Black people we exploit ourselves like we lost all hope, a change a comin’

I hope

But I digress, suga’ happens daily

That’s why my mind can’t seem to stop going crazy

In a good way,

All the bad teaches me and makes me enlightened

I feel more connected to my feelings and my surroundings

Letting people know when I’m not vibein’ their speech, lip

Gotta have the last word, then dip, just avoiding conflict 

A step in developing consciousness

But suga’ happens, we’re prevented

Limited and ignorantly oblivious,

Of the actions that we've taken,

To leave us dependent on the “enemy” turning our backs on our brothers and sisters

Who cares if the N-word comes up

Don’t respond if you know that’s not you

Bully’s feed off of control and abuse

So lets stop internalizing ideologies,

And combat the real problems, words are just mirages

Who will lead us to finally take a stand?

No words spoken, in this present time, when? 

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