Better than saying nothing at all
Keeping true to the radicalized call or the rolled-up sticky talk of the congregation we might blow into
“Word” is true
To the validation of statements laid upon us
Let it resonate into the high pitch of our hair
Turning faces and making black glares against blue traces we walk through
“Word.” And we splatter you.
“Word.” And the rapidity of our bodies no longer duck and dive.
We take the right and they take the left
No, we are not speaking democratically to the republic you rep
This is a revolution; we speak jive
“Word is bond.” And you run and hide.
“Word up.” To the light, we won’t be seeing tonight.
Word. And we keeping it high.
We keeping it right.
We keeping it real.