Spiritual Son (feat. Ron Miles)

They say shoot for the stars but we're still shooting for living wage Now days credit cards and debt are just another cage They say it's okay just stay positive and pray But I think to myself, well, will that really cause change I think to myself where's the riots, where's the rage But will rage really cause the corrupt to turn a page I'd rather set the book ablaze then Watch another racist child get raised They say you can't judge the past, that was just a phase It's just another way to try to make slavery erased This country was built on crime but they say it doesn't pay They hide history in a maze behind a suit and tie smiling face They lie by omission in hopes the truth won't be traced They call resisters violent but isn't starvation violence They call protesters childish, but isn't brutality childish They say you're disturbing the peace but isn't betrayal silent This is a eulogy for hate, no human is an island Let's not start over let's start outside of it Create out own community where liberation can be provided They say you can't escape the system that's what they said about kings I guess I'm a prisoner of hope and inside your eyes I see the keys You said I was your spiritual son, you were my teacher You told me I had it when my voice came out the speaker South Chicago street preacher you gave me Sebi's medicine I wrote this for you when you were still alive you were better then You were the grandfather I never Had on my mom's side thank you for that You called me on my bullshit I used to hate you for that You told me to keep it real, You saved me, you told me to keep it honest You taught me the horrors of slavery, your parents were sharecroppers You used to smoke those soft packs we'd chat at the VFW You told me bout how those cops in Edgewater would trouble you You went to Wilberforce you played for Denver in the ABA You told me stories about Jalen Rose, KG, and Ye AwareNess would bring you Sherry wine, you told us about Malcolm You spoke of the last tribe, god's plan and what would be the outcome You had some rookie year game worn Jordan's that were signed We tried to sell them to Jack Nicholson but he thought I was lying You told me to get you a 40 I felt like I was killing you Even though the cancer inside was the villain in you Pops you were strong you survived for so long You inspired me to be a better me my determination is long When I got hired to be a teacher you said Don't make me cry But you passed before my first class I was shattered when you died But now you're at peace, free with your ancestors I can still feel your presence, thank you for your love you blessed us See you next lifetime, put me on the guest list