Ignorance isn’t Bliss

 

 

 

Ignorance isn’t bliss

It’s about as lovely as a kiss

From your worse enemy

Never been a friend to me

Ignorance destroyed the world’s sanity

Hurting lives like the pain of a cavity

Like the sting from whips of the past

Or the downfall that no Education has cast

Riddled with bullets from guns

Instead of bullets of knowledge

The real world is full of cons

Real knowledge preserved for the privileged

No, ignorance isn’t bliss

It’s felt like warm piss

Drank like liquor

Threw up by those drunk with it’s deceit

Wake up out of your stupor

The powers that be have hijacked your mind

The real War on Terror is attacking your thoughts

Using fear and poverty to lessen your power

Our biggest threat isn’t foreigners

My biggest threat is you

 

 

 

 

Outside my Window

 

 

Outside my window i smell the stench of poverty

The belief that we are next to nothing or one in the same

I see a man that thinks he’s nothing

He thinks he’s revolutionary, a renaissance man

He portrays the typical stereotype he was breed to follow

Ignorance is his mantra

He’s blind to the socioeconomic position he finds himself in

Nor does he care

Brokenhearted by the pains and scraps of society

He drives on in fear

Not of faith, but of man

He’s scared of his fellow man

The rich man laughs at the prospect of a free and equal society

It serves him no purpose, no merit

The poor will always be poor if they continue to live in the mentality that they are privileged

Religion blinded the eye of the realist, of the opportunist

They told him to wait on salvation and go through hardship and hard trials

They told him who he loves is wrong

Several men wrote the morals by which you follow

Still your’re blind to the facts

The facts that have been skewed by falsehoods and bullshit

Read young one

Reading opens the door to education

To understanding

To a true revolution that will not be televised

It will not be televised cause it’s in the mind

In the mind of the downtrodden

In the mind of the minority

Most importantly in the mind of the People

Outside my window i see hope

I see the Future

 

 

 

Out of the Darkness

 

 

By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

 

I’m fortunate to have made it this far

Coming from where I’m from

People could barely afford a car

So instead they run

On bare feet kissing the hard streets

In dark alleys where killers lurk

I’m happy to be that shining star

To have made it out

To look back and say damn that was ruff

Trying to reach back for at least one more

Instead they wanna stay broke and poor

They don’t see outside of their walls

All they know are those streets

Riddled with broken glass and shattered dreams

Dreams cut short by interrupted sleep

So I’m blessed

Touched by God

Told I would never make it

I’d never amount to nothing

But here I am

Standing tall

Letting the sun shine outside of those walls

So dark and dreary

 

A Poor Man’s Prayer

By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

Lord lend me a bit of food

So I can feed my hungry brood

And let my lights stay on till dawn

So my children can have a little more fun

I come to you lord on bended knee

Praying please let me keep my sanity

Once had a car that the repo took

They stole it outta my yard leaving me shook

But my misery is only compounding

My wife left me three months and counting

Said she wanted a rich man

So she can chill on a beach of jet black sand

My roofs sags and my floorboards creak

Lord please release us from this bad luck streak

I fantasize of better times

A day when I don’t have to sell these dimes

I had a job but they were “over strength”

Such a fancy word for fired but I took the hint

Some would say it ain’t that bad

But our daily life seems to drag

But lord I pray for the betterment of my children

I want them to experience the joys of good living

Lord just let me know if you’re even there

To hear this poor man’s little prayer

 

Ghetto Dreams

 

 

 

By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

 

Narrowed visions of the limitless heights of hope

Dreams deferred not dashed or shattered like glass

Head held high to the sky

Feet always grounded never caught off guard

 

Hopeless

 

Dark clouds Dark Thoughts

Altered by substances poisoning the community

These hands Those hearts hardened by this cold existence

His hands Her thighs Their minds killing the hopes of the future

 

Savage

 

The stench of failure and poverty reeks throughout the streets

Hunger pains and dope fiends screams vibrate the streets like a sick beat

Cries of the children young and old scatter the air with grief and unbearable pain

A young man dead A young woman raped harsh realities simmer in this mixing bowl of misery

 

Numb

 

Hopes Dreams fears ignored by the outside looking in

The mind set of a hustler taught to struggle and fight the hard way

A better life shown in the gleam of a child eye

Reality worsens with the smell of death

 

Ghetto Dreams