May 2016 – The Divine Bandit™

I don’t believe that by this time I need an intro.

I am the voice of the people. The dead, the broken, the ones who have left us.

You may try your best to get rid of me but I shall live on.

Will what I tell you be disseminated for free?

Or will you bottle it and try to sell it to the next investor who is willing to pay a kickback?

May 16th; is this the day you would like etched in our annals as the day winter fell?

Changed our love, our hospitality to some cold-hearted, demonic hatred?

Just because I weep in my sleep does not qualify as a wet dream.

Oh my King can’t I just have your ear for these few minutes?

Maybe I can help change the mindset of our institutionalized people.

Maybe we could finally grow past the emotional whims of our ’08 adolescence?

I have been to Nyayo house, and if these walls could talk they would spew out quite the horror stories.

A tale of two citizens with the power to make the best of my beloved country.

Are you really listening?

Because whether God got us but you cost us are we really gonna be alright?

We have changed slavery and colonialism, packed it in more palatable chains.

The Fire squad carries batons and they aim way before we are even ready to run.

Just like our votes, has our peace and freedom really become for sale?

Has it really been that long since I checked in as righteous as a saint in Tropez?

Before my momma knew that I would ever find myself in the middle of this blood politics?

How much does a life cost? I dare ask you.

If you start by explaining which tribe or which faction the soul is from, I strongly urge you to:

Get off my…..

Definition, because you are no role model and have no right to advise me on matters humanity, complexion, religion and culture.

Hello.

Are you still on the line?

Have you decided to make the blacker the berry, the bitter the truths I tell you?

You ain’t gotta lie, I have heard that apparently it is inherently in you to only love yours.

In this regard as I hear you drop the call. I seek to remind you.

You are a mortal man. So are we all.

Mortal men.

I: THE COME UP

Oh be careful little eyes what you see.

I’m rooted in rocks.
Smell the scent of what’s cooking.
I’ve crossed the desert.
And sands are no longer sinking.
I remember the peace in my liver.
When I never walked alone.

II: THE WARM UP

Watch your actions for they become habits.

My voice is a lyre
My truth tugs at her strings.
My life is a hymn but I feel alone
You know like solo-ish
I can see the darkness at the start of my tunnel.
Lights, please!

III: FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS

C’est la vie

Got friends from Cana having a party in my tummy.
Vices abound and I think Roy has the spirit.
Following stars that are Westbound.
But not a wiseman amongst us.
I’m wasting my youth on the young.
I need something over 21.

IV: THE SIDELINE STORY

Yea though I walk…

I’m missing His presence.
Trudging over bits and pieces of my essence.
Her lies taste sweet like ice cream.
Her wake rouses me and I scream.
I’m flashing a full house.
At the chess table.

V: BORN SINNER

For God so loved the world….

I had a million dollar dream and a pyramid scheme.
Emerged from the battle but with a crooked smile.
No longer picture perfect but worth the picture still.
In the beginning was The Word.
It said: “Seek and ye shall find”
But I’m the one who knocks.