Coronation

Nice and slow / There's a place /

Where there won't come a day:

Where the sky / Has no gray/

And your heart will feel the same.

Come on baby, let it go.

There is one thing that I know.

Though you hide it what you sow will grow,

Will grow.

Try to keep a secret,

So you hold it fast

But you realize that it won’t last.

The rigamarole you think

Will guide you corrodes the new

That strives inside you.

Springin’ from the mind;

Landin’ with a blow.

Oh no, start another dog and pony show!

I think it’s time to let the people know

That who they love is not quite who they know,

And what they got is not quite what they chose.

Go slam the door and crack your own window;

Shoot down the blessing daring for your door.

Who are you to dare to ask for more?

The problem lies within your honor code.

Conduct is as standards come and go.

I guess that’s just the way that we have chose,

And I am not the one to throw a stone.

Honestly? I could honestly

Ask questions for end upon end

With head under fist

Since ships have no list

When they’re stuck in a doldrum.

No slippin’ around / When you wearin’ the crown.

I remember us rollin’ out

Carrying cases, complacency, coffins, and cells

To tow away those who can’t manage to tell

When enough is enough.

Come on baby, let it go.

There is one thing that I know.

Though you hide it what you sow will grow,

Will grow.

But still it’s unsightly,

How there’s always something slightly wrong

With some of what goes on inside the home,

Or mind and throne of every man and state;

I hope you can relate because

The fate of all we care for has to date

Been decided by proxies of malware

Malcontent, more than dollars spent on a dream

That subconsciously makes us sick!

Fair recompense for what we hold.

Dare to dream / Beware the thing inside

That clings to everything / How could you sing

Caged bird?

Never heard the sound of freedom ring

Choke on amber grain

Hope spares the pain that self-aware,

Selfish beings bring to a table

Where cornucopias are a fabled myth

That long times filled with crimes keep remiss.

What can we do to get things

Through to you and me that the island,

No man’s a part of, lies in the heart of

All who have sort of tried to start over again?

So what is it?

The ghastly and imminent visions

That gifts us the things we present it?

Death, the land graven with images?

Why do we live in it? Hard to believe--is it?

Come on baby, choose control.

Let the music guide your soul.

Rolling rhythm sweet and low

Take hold. Take hold.

© Copyright 2017 Keyona Shabazz