I said hip hop
hip
hippety hip hop
and you don't stop
don't stop
don't stop
the onward march of new millennium protesters
fighting WTO NATO
Haliburton
and UN incompetence
in the face of femicide, genocides
and the military industrial complex
Are we still perplexed
by this new hip-hop generation
rising, shouting, resisting
the degeneration of an entire nation
and Generation X
Y
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz [End Page 15]
Wake up, sisters (and brothers)
Take back the mike
and take back the night
and take back the right
to rhyme
unmolested and uncoopted
by corporate controlled media
fueling machines of politics, war, and music
ipod tunes booming out soundtracks
in the ears of American soldiers
stationed in Afghanistan and Iraq
stultifying and horrifying
woman-hating lyrics
laced to dull bases and beats
that take off the heat
as they ready
Aim
Fire!
on innocent civilians that look like terrorists
I said hip hop
hip
hippety hip hop
and you don't stop
don't stop
don't stop
gun shots keeping rhythm
to the bang bang boogie
up jumped the boogie
to the boogie of the rhythm of the beat
beat
beat
sounds of a cold and villainous heart
targeting a sand nigger
who's not quite the real nigger
but close enough to trigger [End Page 16]
a familiar rage and fear in a wigger
placed overseas by the bigger
powers that be
spreading hatred, intolerance
and a new age empire
of torture
can somebody say Abu Ghraib
Guantanamo Bay
even Durham, N.C.
somebody anybody
Everybody Scream!
loud enough to drown out
that mechanical noise
emanating from homes, cars, bars
and BET
impersonating the people
while denigrating the people
and building murderous legacies
and gluttonous palaces
on the blood
of dead thugs
Rest in peace Tupac and Biggie
for I once delighted in your rappers' delight
Keep ya heads up (even in the afterlife)
but how can there be peace for you
when there's no justice for you
even while your voices crank out from
commercial radio
is this the new spiritual medium
owned by the same powers that be
spilling blood all over this planet
that they sell out to the highest bidder
as if Mother Earth was ever for sale
like the video ho they manufactured
marketing desire [End Page 17]
over love
Profits before prophecy
decency
integrity
but I fear for us more than for Terra Madre
who will rise up like her sister Katrina
displacing her disobedient
and disenfranchised
children
who forgot to vote
except for the next American Idol
so convinced were we by corporate rhymes
that our present system was righteous and fine
And now we bide our time
I said hip hop
hip
hippety hip hop
and you don't stop
don't stop
don't stop
these wars are ceaseless
(2006)
Notes
1. This woman has since been identified as Crystal Gail Mangum.