Poem: I Release You

Poem: I Release You

I Release You
for SCJ

You said release you
I chanted I release you
three times
then you called with emergency
save your nephew
the boyz in the hood want his head
so I gave him refuge in the mountains
manhood training
a labor of love for you and him
since he is you and you are him
but my whole life is saving youth
what is the revolution about except saving
the next generation
keeping them from getting caught riding dirty
especially the brothers marked for extinction by society
with no use for them
except encaged
enslaved
ignorant
no thinkers wanted
no freedom fighters
no conscious poets and rappers
so I did my job can I get a little love a hug a kiss
no matter you have someone new
We feed you for Allah’s pleasure only
we desire neither reward nor thanks, Al Qur’an.
marvin x 4.3.07

Can You Feel the Spirit?

Can You Feel the Spirit?
Can you feel the spirit
in the air in the hair
people dancing in the street
singing freedom songs sea to sea
what a wonderful world
a time to be alive
to breathe again
stand tall not stunted
men and women
hail to the youth
invincible
challenging the kings
presidents for life
lying in front of tanks
repelling bullets tear gas
all power to the people
let there be freedom in the lands
in the homes
let the women be free of abuse
physical, verbal, emotional
let the men be free to be men
not oppressors of women and children
let the oppressors flee to the moon
or anywhere but here
let there be peace on earth
let the wealth be shared
no hunger in the world
no thirst
no disease
no wage slavery
no ignorance
no conspicuous consumption
no world of make believe
no white supremacy
no dogmatic religiosity
let the people be divine
let the earth be divine
it is time
it is time.

Let the spirit move you
to higher ground
to minds above animal
and yet animals love
who is really the beast
or less than beast
animals love

Let the spirit move you.
Jump out the box of negrocities
wretched habits of the worse kind
that cripple the mind
back to the cave days

Let the spirit shake you
make you shout
talk in tongues
see the spirit working
better listen to that voice
the precious sound of God
talking.
--Marvin X
2/27/11

Bank the Bankers

Bank the Bankers

MARVIN X

Bank the bankers
Fleeing Russia with pants in hand
Fleeing Wall Street cross Brooklyn Bridge
The fundamentals are sound said Bush/McCain
Then Freddie Mac and Fannie Mae bit the dust
Bank the bankers
Those communist in capitalist drag
Sharing the robbery of workers
Homeless in the snow
Bankers ski in the Alps
Gleaming Wall Street Journal
Sliding down the slope
Champagne on ice
Bank the bankers
Bear Sterns
Washington Mutual
Bank of America
Wells Fargo
Thieves in the night
Who is Federal Reserve?
To workers in the cold
Who is the Treasury?
To grandma’s house gone
She in shelter bout to stroke
Don’t understand sub prime loan
Her son took out
gone on dope
Like the president
Drunk in white house
Fundamentally sound
Just ride out crisis
Don’t lose yo cool
tells American people
Fleeing Katrina and Ike
Hurricane hit Wall Street
Taxpayers took tab
Bank the bankers
Let them taste jail
Eat zoo zoos wham whams
no end in sight
Let dollar fly in the air
bankers don’t care
They home by the fire
In the pickle room
don’t care
workers have no homes
No car
No stocks, no bonds, retirement gone
Burial insurance in hand,. thank God
What good is that?
Bank the bankers
Those loose loaning pigs
Even the jobless got loans
Bankers didn’t care
Sell notes to China, Russia
Saudi Arabia
Sell Citibank and Chase
Sell America to whomever
Give a loan to whomever
No credit check
No collateral
No job
Sell America
Sell yo mama
Bankers don’t care
Greed rules this day
heartless have their homes
summer & winter retreats
Bank the bankers
Let them eat pizza on Riker’s Island
Or Leavenworth.

My People Were Never Slaves


My people were never slaves
no matter how much cotton
sugar cane
rice
watermelon
big house
out house
slave hut
never slaves
not for minute
prince
princess
king
warrior
priest
juju man
resister
builder
architect
welder
newspaper publisher
never slave
do for nothing
shiftless
lazy
servile
menial
passive
resistance was every day
burning
plantations afire
glass in meals
razors in pussies
for master to fuck
enjoy his death
suck it up
bastard
invade slave hut
take man woman child
to big house
to smile
before rape
of man, woman child.
master will pay
for every hurtful thing
Baraka say
for every hurtful thing.
--Marvin X
2/26/11

O, Malcolm X

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Monday, February 21, 2011

Malcolm X

O, Malcolm X

We love you
ain't did nothing you said
yet the chickens home to roost
me being a country boy
makes me glad
like you said
but what now
chickens home
will we go into the coop
get the golden eggs
stand up on the real
even lay down for the cause
in front of tanks, guns, tear gas
like the Egyptians
we know you smilin
bout Egyptians
but ain't we Egyptians too
Latter Day Egyptian Revisionists
Sun Ra said
We remember you in Egypt
camel riding
praying in the Majed
we remember
we love you.
--Marvin X
2/21/11

Fathers Sing Blues Too

Fathers Sing Blues Too

Fathers get the blues too
like mothers
over children
worry bout them
think about them
try to be example for them
sometimes children don't get it
repeat lessons mama and daddy did
childhood ghosts appear
and they are not sure why
yet father knows like mama
parental instinct
vibe
father can tell when children not happy
long before they decide to talk and cry
we knew from the beginning it wasn't going to work
but said nothing
keep out of children's bizness
they grown
let them sink or swim
but unhappiness is unacceptable
father can't stand unhappy child
when all the while we knew we knew
our baby had the blues
they didn't know each other
they never do in America
they don't ask dad or mom
just hook up wit some nigguh
in the name of love
that wasn't love
maybe lust in the night
a momentary thing
tension reliever
but not love
not steel that sharpens steel
some unequal thing that should 've never happened
wasn't meant to be
and never will be
only for a moment
a child
and then departure
for another
same person
different name
father knows
like mother
call it instinct
a vibe thing
father sings the blues
worries his hair out
wish he never had these kids
cause they always have problems
even grown
especially then
big problems then
not like little kid problems
we listen
we advise
hope they will do the right thing finally
to be happy.
---Marvin X
2/17/11