The Homeland’s Forgotten People

“The Homeland’s Forgotten People”

          A Nation within a Nation, We are considered lost,

But easily found are We, and a little pride would be all its cost,

          America the Proud and the Beautiful, they want you to see,

But much is a different story found upon its History,

          They tell you of the Glory; from Sea to Shining Sea,

But America founded on Death; it swims in Past Misery,

          A Land claimed to be founded by Those that are not from Us,

America the Land Survived plenty, but none were named Columbus,

          Some say we should be revered but we ask only Peace,

But Slandered throughout history, and given small land to Lease,

          America says Respect Others, but to Us they give not a Damn,

Even to its Capital Washington, We are but a Redskin Man,

          They chose to tell Us laws and manners They do not Respect,

And They hope They can leave Us behind, because all Others seem to Forget,

          This is true to an extent, but Most have just chosen to Neglect,

They say a Simple Trail of Tears is all it was in Retrospect,

          But Generations of Pain will not be eased with a Neglectful Smile,

Especially when Its Capital chants its Slur, the name that is so Vile,

          And all Our complaints are met with a False Truth of Lie’s Denial,

They say They want to end Racism, but in Fact It’s Their Capital’s Style,

          They say there was a Dream, but clearly We have been Left Out,

And Ignored are Our Complaints, no matter how We Shout,

          We, My Native People, stand Firm in all Doubt,

Is this Truly What America will have Us tell Our Kids, THIS IS ALL AMERICA IS ABOUT?

 

By: Carlos ‘Los’ Lightsey

A Picture Maybe Misperceived

let me give you a picture of my life,
it’ll give you a little insight to what it’s like,
it’ll give you just enough so you may be able to understand,
the trails and tribulations of just one man,
how will you perceive it: joy or pain,
a life in tact or a life in vain,
will you perceive it as right or a need to change,
a life out of control or one that is well-maintained,
am i running through life or am i guided by a cane,
have i lost my mind or am i completely sane,
will you lay me on the counter or will i be framed,
will your last thought of me be good or followed by the words “what a shame”,
which of these thoughts will travel through your mind,
from this picture of me frozen in time,
so just remember to never judge a book by it’s cover; no matter what you think you see,
because what you saw may very well have been misperceived.
 

I’m Tired

I'm tired of seein death,
I’m tired of seein little kids shot because they got no vest,
so they get hit by a stray bullet right in the chest,
or they take one right in the head,
either way they whind up dead,
and all we have to say is three words that begin with rest,
I’m tired of these kids dying from these drugs like meth,
I’m tired of lookin at life and say what’s next,
and then sittin around and sayin what’s left,
I’m tired takin life slow like it’s a game of chess,
well knight to king it’s time to put some of these things to rest,
cuz while things are like this they can never be a pursuit for happiness,
 
I’m tired of livin life in a small town,
I’m tired of feelin like the whole world’s trying to hold me down,
I’m tired feeling like a prisoner; always bound,
I’m tired of all my hope’s and dreams being rained on until they all drown,
I’m tired of never wearing a smile but always wearing a frown,
I’m tired of never feeling up cuz I’m always feeling down,
I’m tired of trying to hide and always being found,
I’m tired of looking for a verb and only finding a noun,
I’m tired of running to only be run down,
I’m tired of worrying about my ending sound,
the sound that’ll put me in the ground,
I’m tired of feeling like i shouldn’t express my feelings out loud,
I’m tired of looking for a thought and only findin a cloud,
 
I’m tired of kids steady joinin these gangs,
and in return they get lead into all sorts of thangs,
they just keep treatin life like it’s some kind of game,
and when they get busted they start lookin for someone to blame,
well if you lookin for someone to blame you only have to do one thang,
look at your birth certificate and find your name,
cuz you make your own path and only you’re the blame,
I’m tired of people not tryin to change,
this racist stuff is out; times ain’t the same,
judgin me by my color is like judgin me by my name,
the fact is is this damn stuff is insane,
so if you don’t know me don’t judge me that’s all i got to say,
so i guess I’ll go through life just waitin for a change,
just lookin for those better days,
so understand what I’m sayin help me change the game.

Lost

I’m lost out here on the road,

And it seems I have No where to go,

I’ve lost it, I’ve done lost my mind,

I’ve lost the past,present,and future; I’ve lost all time,

I reach for the sky only to grab the ground,

I tried to jump up but I only fall down,

I show only smiles, but I only feeling frowns,

I’m a real good swimmer,but in my tears I drown,

Happiness I want, but for me it can’t be found,

Married to sadness; it’s got me locked-down,

They say don’t be so serious, well I’m a sad clown,

I’m like a beautiful song without the sound,

My heart still beats,but it’s more like a pound,

My pain’s never-ending, no edges, it’s round,

I tried to break free, but it seems I’m well-bound,

It’s a kingdom of pain, and only I can hold the crown,

But I guess all in all I’m stuck on this road,

And it seems that I have no where to go,

But slowly as I start to find my time,

I will slowly start to find my mind.

Tired of Nice

Fuck the world, cuz it’s only gave me pain,

Splitten heads, no I been splitten  veins,

   Tried talkin to my head, but I’ ve gone insane,

Fuck the present, cuz I’m lookin for a change,

   I tried walkin the line, but now I’m off the range,

Fuck wid me get hung, picture-perfect-framed,

   I tried bein good and for that I remain ashamed,

And for the bad I’ma turn to, I accept the blame,

   Through bein the nice guy; left me nothing but this grief,

Tired of this blurred  vision; It’s so hard to see,

   Because these teary-filled eyes constantly bleed,

And now this anger’s inside tearin at me,

   I was scratch-proof, well I thought I was,

But in the end all balloons will bust,

   From time to time, we all have the air knocked out of us,

But with a second wind, no I got a second gust,

   And head strong and with a cold heart,

Will be my second coming, yeah my second part.