Move on
Moving into my thoughts or moving out of my mind
No, I’m moving on
I had a sociology teacher once
Who thought I might be one of the great minds of my time
But a lover who thought I should quit school
And chase that almighty, dangerous dime
So I chose school over my lover
And I
Moved on
When I go back to my old hood
I’m looked at as some cat under a hood
Simply because I choose a better route
I got tired of that corner
Chasing dreams, and fulfilling loners
I moved on
When I look at the state of our economy
We got here from some bad home loans
And I was sadden to hear of a little old lady who hung herself
With the cord of some phone, when someone took her home
So the economy has overshadowed that our best fit for President is black
And people no longer say our best fit for President is black
But that our best fit for President, is our best fit for our economy
Imagine that
Money made them folk forget about color
They moved on
So when I look at my people
Why do we continue to oppress ourselves
I know about slavery, but it’s over
Move on
These issues are far deeper than slavery
And a man named Willie Lynch once spoke of it
He talked about us and ended with the thought
That if you gave us surplus
We would enslave ourselves
We would create division
We would live with no purpose or cause for revision
Our women would seek many men to please their desires
Raise their daughters the same way and raise their sons to be weak
And our men would father many and forget that on the hills they were once Kings
All they would remember was that they were broken like horses
In some all forgotten ring
So if I sound mad, I am
Let’s support our brother
And move on
By: Da Bishop
(Obama for President)