Number Thirteen.

"I'm here for the fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers...
For the guilty, the innocent, citizens, and the immigrants.
If you ain't listenin', you missin out.
Bear witness to the realist out.

If my voice didn't work, but my hands could talk...
Would you take the time to see what a deaf man thought?

I could be alone and homeless
Hurt won't heal, but my cardboard sign so my words are real.
Would you stop to drop change? Or stop for a change?
Engage in conversation, and exchange names?

Or maybe you would if my image was a bitch: big lips and bigger tits- show you what real sex is, but...

What if I was picked for grave? Sick for days? Aged to be sick with aids?
Would you listen to my story that I swear is touching or just blank stare cause you're scared to touch me?

If I'm Jewish or Christian does it affect your decision to see past religion and simply listen to wisdom?

Would you really listen to my views on the government if my raps were democrat and yours are republican?

Whether I'm black or white, gay, straight, hermaphrodite.. half the time, trash the light and we all act alike.


So, pass the mic,
don't assist being ignorant.
Unclench your fists for a bit and just listen."