Ancestral knowledge
Runs the course of my veins
Hollowing shallow existence
Of questionable times
Filth laden streets line
Urban jungles asphalt
Concrete survival skills
Packed in a 9mm banana
Escaping dark reality
Where green jungles roam
Toxic poisonous air
Asphyxiates premature lungs
Providing balanced genocide
11pm Saturday visits with
American EPA
Environmental Protection Agency
Protecting you from what environment?
Poisonous minds, childless cradles
Genetically modified nutrition
Without a label
Formaldehyde sucked from bottles
Smoked by street zombies
Consumed by the innocent
Preservative of the dead
The end of the era is near
Do you hear time crying?
Is your American Dream
That satisfying?
The question is: When do you suppose we start that change?
They always told us
Look to the source
To find the answer
Child, look to the source
They talked about our roots
R - O - O - T - S, roots
What is the source, my friend?
My sister? My brother?
Roots is the real cause of the problem
Roots is the origin in which you became
Roots should be your everything, because
It's in the roots, that we find the answers.
Saturday wouldn't have been a nightmare, if
Thursday night never happened, if that
Didn't remind me of what happened before
The core of my problem's very existence.
So Thursday and Saturday
Could have been prevented if
There was not a prior trauma
Tearing at the pain stricken heart
Fears and failures derive from
Historical shame.
The very shame we are trained to believe
Generational curses inflicted
Upon the innocent
What do we get
Outside of generational regret?
Ancestral pride
Know your roots
Never forget where you came from
Who you are, or
Where you're going
But look ahead toward
Goals decorating horizons
Glory drizzled across slices
Of humble revolution
Remember who you are
Remember where your blood has been
Before you were created
Cautious not to make the
Mistakes of your former self, your
Historical Me
Honor your ancestors
May peace be upon your spirit
Shed light upon your surroundings
Most of all, love your journey
Listen to your instinct
That voice within
Is the voice of the
Most High
Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2017
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