You Must Choose or Be the Past or Future

A million moments a day lie awake at their twilight beckoning a second glace

Linger and soak in them for a minuscule moment more

Humming deep in your throat like a favorite childhood snack

Releasing the invisible ink with which you write your story.

Our pause button,

A deliberate deja-vouz,

Stretching a moment into infinity and

Tapping into the endless potential peace

Sitting in a moment the end of a deep breath out.

It's there

A Million Times a Day.

Reliable Ally Guy

Impunity or immunity none of this shit is new to me

Born with a tint of privilege hard to feel what they do to thee

Not a threat, you can bet, even might call a vet,

Cause I'm the white one here, no joke and yet

These fucking pigs roll up burning holes in the scene

Kids and parents in class not a dash of mean

Could've hopped out in half a breath

And it'd be heavy shit, talkin life or death

If a Nazi rolls up I know what to do

Cause they'll kill my ass for being a Jew

But I have to travel far by distance or date

Before I'm getting killed with support of the state

So here on my soil it makes it hard to relate

Now I might ignore the protector and serve

Or get huffy and puffy about their arrogant nerve

But this shit is different I can't taste the flavor

They're serving black people, even my neighbors

Pull over, lay down, hands up in line like a train

Don't matter, concrete is splattered with your brain

So how to relate when the pigs roll up

Diffuse with my privilege or shut the fuck up

Looks like me and my neighbors have some talking to do

So I can be helpful in seeing this through.

Ous Striving for Us

Ous Shihan
Ous!

Don't take the bus Shihan
Fuss!

Black and Whites outside Shihan
Don't trust!

Blacks and white inside Shihan
That's us!

Shared moments

Divergent paths funneling together

Deep respect and yet

I can swim toward the sharks without regret

Triggers pulled from a box buried deep below

A box planted by a young child trying to grow

In a racist world full of false division

A box overrides intellect, experience or vision

With no possible chance of going to prison

It kicks on with sympathetic but shows no compassion

A four letter F-word it don't describe passion

No this is the flip side four letters past D

And this box is buried too deep to see

It doesn't even matter if you try to flee



Hands up, Hands up, he even put up his heel,

Hands up, Hands up, hands on the steering wheel,

Don't Shoot, Don't Shoot, he's unarmed and innocent,

Don't Shoot, Don't Shoot, this life is not yet spent.




Officer, Officer, take a breath what you're seeing

It's me, it's me, another human being

Just take yourself to a secure and safe place

Do not terminate don't make it a race

I know society won't think that it's right

But if you approach I have no choice but to fight

Officer, officer, can you hear?

That voice in your head, it's nothing but FEAR.