Talkin' bout a revolution

I surrender all

Do they not see my legs
strong legs that rap around my lover in the middle of the night
legs that carry my fat ass
all day long
legs that my man loves
legs that i have danced on until dawn
legs that were not fast enough to carry me away
when i was scared and alone

Or Do they not see my arms
Strong arms that built a house
safe arms where so many have cried
holding arms
where three have died

Do they not see my face
maybe they're confused by my chins
masking a voice that sang my people to sleep
that woke people up
lips that have formed words
that have cultivated the future
and resurrected the past
eyes that have wept
a mind that never rests

Or do they not see my heart
masked by emotions i couldn't express
torn in half
sewn back together
so many times
a battered, bruised, beaten thing
that never gives up
that even in the face of the extreme
beats on

Or do they not see my stomach
Where the finest foods that i could create
were shared with those that i love
Or do they not see my chest
where children have slept
where lovers have held on to me
A strong mass of tissue that is never cold

Or do they not see my shoulders
The broad shoulders of my people
that have carried so many burdens
shoulders the women who raised me taught me
were strong enough to carry anything

no, they don't see these things
they see fat
but it's not their fault
they've been trained
to worship those skinny ass bitches
bones stickin' out every which way

Skinny bitches who can't take Jack, Jimmy, or Johnny
These skinny bitches with their carbs and their clothes
who worship at the thrown of superficiality
and can't seem to understand it when
there man trades them in
for a skinnier, prettier model

Maybe if they spent a little less time
worrying about the size of their
legs, arms, face, chest, stomach, and shoulders
stressing about whether or not they're fully loaded
and how fast they can go from 0 to 60
they wouldn't be traded in like cars

Cuz my man knows
even though the chassy may be fat
the motor underneath this hood
runs on only the finest of fuels.

An Open Letter

Jesus Christ
was a liber-all
he never dreamed his words
would be taken by the balls
and used for hate
to instigate
the fear in men
who unlike him
have an agenda to push
a world to spin

He didn't haul
Matthew, Mark
Luke, and John around the country side
so you could criticize
see the love you make
is the love you take
and with hate in your heart,
Dude, for Heaven's sake

Change your tune
switch up your routine
I'm tryin' to educate you
do you know what I mean?
don't scream the hate
just spread the joy
you have to see that religion is not a toy

God's in the people
God is love
I'm spittin' these words
from up above

I know when you arrive at the pearly gates
you'll be forgiven
cuz "God Hates Fags"
Is just sinnin'

we got the right to be here
cuz we're all heaven sent
if JC comes back down he'd say:
"Thats not what I fucking meant"
He'll say:
"Spread the hope the love the peace
end these wars in the middle east
You're all the chosen ones
you've all got the light"
just look inside and you'll see that i'm right

So to you old man
I gotsta say one thing
no god of mine
would speak words that sting

Gotta wrap this up
It's gettin way too long
I leave you now with this lil song:

"Love knows
No gender
No race
No age
Long after you're gone
I'll be singin' my praise"