My Re-Evolution: Syndicated - by Succinct

The devil was a liar when he told me
My Revolution would not be televised!
Instead, I find myself ostracized, bent over
Naked and shaking my PG-13 ass on prime-
Time Television channels fixed on DVR
Recording my every e[motion]less-
Movements characterized by statistics held
In hand by white collar businessmen
Cashing in on the fruits of my labor.

My revolution will not be televised?

No. Instead, it will be syndicated years after
Failed preaching’s of those who believed the martyr
And then I would have to work that much harder
To scold masses on the premise of mis-taken
Identity and uneducated teachings.

My movement will be not characterized
By re-evolution of ideas farmed far before
My time and yours. Fingers no longer bleeding
From cultivating white lies and bitter sugar-
Coated memoirs of why.
Culture no longer procured, but recycled-
Ciphering slave mentalities and cutting them
With Cocaine, fast cash and 23" rims.

Ignorance is vein siphoned from mouth-
To mouth, and we have yet to be resuscitated.

The devil was a liar when he told me
Follow my heart and see my dreams in stars
But left out I’d have to carry the weight of
Ancestries woes and bear the burden of scars
From mixed heritage and shames of being
A Smart Negro in a social society of
Other smart negroes that can’t grow,
While we pop collars picking cotton in
whatever direction we tak-e[nd]
life, leaving muddy boots on doorsteps
awaiting Passover and deaths
of first born identities recreating themselves
simply to blend with status quo.

Reincarnated replica's of middle passage[s]
read in contracts of million dollar deals
played on stations after dark and Jr networks
networth-ing brown faces handing them
24 karat diamond dipped shackles as they
ride through town in Bently wagons
being sold to youths lynched by censorship;

they are the 20th century indentured servant.

My truth is unacceptable and non-marketable,
so they subtitled my fate, airbrushed my face
to save face to save fakes and still leave enough
time for re-runs of life in-living-color.

He told me my revolution would not be televised
so that evolution would not be recognized
and discontinued my epiphanies’ rage
when the poorer got cable TV.