Two Hundred Dollar trainers mean your feet don't grasp the grasses green how will you feel the earth between your toes or heavens nose from which you mask your musk; your hoodie hiding heart and soul retention of intention held inside imperfect black and reason tantamount to treason in this green and pleasant land Our Nubian kings and queens inherit armour and a chance to carve a bread and butter lifestyle thus designed to fall face down give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespass as we stack it with the Lurpack because something is BUTTERS in the state of Denmark when its princess can make more drama with Obama at Mandela's final salutation to a generation that it too scared to shake its spears - but happy to study Shakespeare? Are Wordsworth's words worth ore than mine? is my free speech second to Naomi Kleins? I'm hustling to make this stand I'm not trying to be a next Russel Brand if the only think I can bank in is more porn pictures of Tyra Banks acting as "America's Next Best Second Class Model Citizen" What does it mean for you for me to be black in Britain then? If everything I'm trying to feel is from the most high ethereal and all your trying to do is sell me more and more "White Material" then Imperial acuisitin is your mission but you're missing out on how your lust for riches got your liver filling full of gout you fat bellied bankers in Bankgok, buying teenage brides and Selling Northern Rock Lock Stock and Barrell; never tried to save the sub-prime situation; you were never concerned with the salvation of this plantation situation We're not the digital slaves that Chuck D feared; it's clear for all that care to see we are the overseers never to complain or change because we got a chance to make beats for crackers to get hit with, and jive and dance Our Nubian kings and queens inherit armour and a chance to carve a bread and butter lifestyle thus designed to fall face down

You're looking at a man barely alive; a man told so many lies his heart stopped: His third eye locked down , blinded to the knowledge of self that brings wealth to they world that THEY say is developing Dollars made six milion men lobotomised; don't even use the right side of their brains: they write legalese like a life sentence on parole for the children of the Ghetto; the laws are breaking them We have the power to regain and rebuild we didn't give away the chance to dance and be free again: We know how to make it better; it's just another battle in the war NEVER give up on the cause when we know our POWER we can make it better. we can be stronger, we can learn faster we can make it better for these rappers dissing other rappers chatting bout who's crapper throw way lyrics like sweet wrappers while the streets fill with rappers strapping guns to their bodies, popping caps where it used to be baseball caps and body popping; all that mattered was Black Vinyl You wont fight back and bite the hand that feeds? Even when the hand that feeds hands out slaps until your face bleeds? I know I MUST be sounding like a broken record; I'll keep saying the same until I see a change One giant leap for mankind to BE kind on small step is the first step to find when we find our POWER We can make it better. we can be stronger, we can learn faster Two thirds genocide; one quarter refugee three fifths colonial privileged nationality one drop son of a racist who placed his trust in gentrification making seperation between us and half the time I've got half a mind to give up on statistics turning whole communities into factions; but when I hear that snare, it kicks starts this chain reaction bass lines bigger than the bottom of the biggest fraction chakras stacked up and geared up and opened up to consciousness compounding sounds of satisfaction but science won't keep you happy till you know the maths son - go get your calculator; I'll put this record back on you're half blind, you don't need bionic vision to see we've got a greater mission than a life in prison we've all fallen from a great height, crash landed but this technology can build a better man when we know our POWER

Lies Truth And what lies in between Things aren't always what they seem Read between the lines and you will find what they don't want you to see This is how stories are told and rearranged This is how history unfolds to be what you needed it to be who needs truth when we'd rather make believe?

I see you walking down my veins dancing in my heart running in the field of my stomach disturbing dead butterflies; raising them from the dead I feel you in the pit of my stomach I feel you running down my spine because you are... You are. I smell that you have settled in the pores of my skin you must be having the time of your life running around my everything, from the tips of my toes to the kink in my hair ...because you are.

A world where our children can hold hands and sing and go to the playground and play on the swing and know not of race, or of class or of skin these are a few of my favourite things Men free to worship Any god that they choose; a chance to grow up without being abused my favourite ream is a dream shared by few I'll keep on dreaming my dreams will come true Poor and hungry warring countries makes me feel so sad I try to remember my favourite things and then I don't feel so bad A chance for the hungry to grow food of their own work where the workers don't get worked to the bone A shoulder to cry on; a place to call home My favourite wishes: Do I wish them alone? Life before profits, wants after needs men who would follow their good words with good deeds; in my favourite harvest there's no room for greed: We all reap the fruit if we all sow the seeds please yourself first, second nature that's not how it should be the needs of the many outweigh those of the few; those who want all the world for free squeeze the poor so the rich get more so when will people see to be poor is a crime; half the worlds serving time sentenced to an eternity Dream of a time when money doesn't make you king all round the world scales of justice will ring pile on the money, but the balance won't swing make justice free like a bird on the wing I have a dream that the future may bring an end to oppression so that people can sing like Nelson Mandela and Martin Luther King they both dreamt the dream of my favourite things Go to Hell, go to heaven wonder where they might be heaven and hell are both here on this earth, but some find it hard to see in the darkness that surrounds us some may give up the fight but if I can remember my favourite things Everything's gonna be alright

Black like a bottle of Jack strong like bourbon, but never stereotypical mainstream, ghetto or urban, cos lemme tell you something jack , "urban" ain't "black" if "Urban"'s got its money up in a Swiss bank drinking French Brandy driving German cars buying Italian suits on an American Express card we say ghetto like it's something to aspire to I'm sorry people but my sights are set higher than sipping Cris, or taking the piss with someone's baby daughter or bling bling, or black on black manslaughter man we oughtta be ashamed 'cause its a pitiful sight we built Pyramids, now we can run a club night? I disagree and there's more to me than this don't call me urban or ghetto, 'cause to me its a dis when you're saying that's "black" your taking the piss take it back, when you say my name say it loud black is the new black, and I'm black and I'm proud of this life, the jazz life, the music endures through all the pain and strife its irrepressible; its the voice of a nation of one two three four five generations of jazz from Buddy Bolden to Kenny G the force flows and binds together the jazz galaxy the universal language of the people a million stars shine bright their brilliance paves the way for interstellar travel made possible; the music of jazz creates its own space and time and your mind is blown by the speed of conversation, the melodies travel warp speed into a next generation their education handed to them on a platter of 12" Vinyl teaching lessons that really matter listen and earn from the original jazz cats in action -or if you crave social interaction- catch the vibe of a live gig; it's even phatter but be prepared to have your misconceptions shattered that'll be the end of this rhyme, the end of my time I hope in some little way that this message has given you a better understanding of the music the music is the magic, the magical J is for Jazz

I'm getting tired of your lies the way you use big talk to mesmerise I despise the way you always promise things you can't substantiate but its too late now I see its clear to me that you can't appreciate me or the things I've done for us so to my mind there can be no doubt baby you don't love me Get Out I've had enough; I can't take no more, somewhere you forgot I'm not your whore I'm out the door to where the grass is greener somewhere where the atmosphere is cleaner somewhere where the atmosphere is cleaner yeah I don't mean to burst your bubble but I don't really care at all so good bye baby Get Out