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Jason Kinte
9/5/1999 THE CAUSE OF YOUR TROUBLES By Jason Kinte I am the cause of all your troubles Yet you love me more than anyone else You put me before wealth, before good health You love me more than life itself It was me who lead you astray It was me who tripped you that time you fell It was me who damned you, it was me who sent you to hell And you still love me so much you want to be me. You sing songs about me You call yourself a medom-fighter You protest for me You march till your feet get blisters Til they fire tear gas at you Until they chases you with hoses Until they catch you Until they fire gunshots at you You are willing to risk your life for me You are willing to steal me You are willing to kill others for my life I saw you running for that knife. And considering I only bring more misery Considering I replace chains of bondage With damning chains of responsibility What is your defense of your preoccupation? What is the sense in having me as the goal of your entire nation? Why are you so optimistic about emaciation? If it is reasonable I will let your obsession be But please explain it to me . my name is free |
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..9/05/1997
CRIPPLED By Jason Kinte They are always treating me like I am crippled - I don’t understand it I can walk They are always asking others about me Why don’t they ask me? I can talk They are always trying to make excuses for me I don’t understand why I did nothing that needs to be excused They are always trying to explain my nature I don’t understand What nature do they think they can explain? They are always keeping an eye on me I don’t see why I always keep an eye on myself They are always offering me advice I don’t take it I say I know what I am doing thank you very much Next they ask me for specifics-.What is that that you know? I don't understand it They never tell me what they are doing - even when they do it to me They are always locking everything up when I am around Even though its stuff they stole and still don’t understand why I don’t steal They are always asking me for drugs I don’t know why I don’t deal They are always offering me money I don’t understand why I never told them I was poor They always think that I am outside in the cold because I have no sense Don’t they remember when they through me outside and locked the door? |
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7/10/2003
UP THERE By Jason Kinte The white mist floats freely, harmoniously, expanding I could see through it, knew it was there, yet was not sure where it started or stopped - in fact, it didn't Fresh like warm bread from my mother's oven when I was five My first bite of a cheerful chocolate bar - sweet and delicious, drinking of it was like fresh miracle water after wandering through the dry dessert for 40 days dieing of thirst "Just wait until you get to see it. Just wait until you experience the never-ending love here" Ultimate freedom that you can have yet not capture, keep, but never exclusively, and are always happy to share Release of burdens held from birth, almost forever, never to be taken on again "Come and bathe in forgiveness and freedom and perfect completion that you can have forever" A beautiful beat, making you tap your feet, breakdance and freestyle and sing your favourite songs Memories of playing in the park as a kid without a care in the world Love, Peace, Freedom Forever Heaven |
