Hey Soul Sister

Hey soul sister were the words

I heard coming from merchants

in Tijuana, Mexico

Some years ago

Before I was spitting lyrics

As Ghetto Gospel

They were attempting to get

My attention

and they did

They could tell

I was a little north of the grid

Those words

‘Soul Sister’

Struck something inside of me

Bringing me back

To Don Cornelius

The Soul Train genius

Shouting

“Peace Love and Soul”

While words we call ourselves

Has gotten way of control

Hey soul sister

Are the words to live up to

While Bitch

and any word like this

Ain’t gonna cut it

When referring to woman

Woman creates man

Leading into a natural life span

What feeds the soul

Is known as ‘Soul Food’

And not ‘Black Food’

(You ever hear of black food?)

And yet

We act as fools

Accepting black

There is no history

Of a tribe

Or culture

Known as

B.l.A.C.K.

And may I say

I once used the classification of black

And so

You see

No one is immune

From the system’s attack

I remember

When we listened

To music back in the day

We would say

Now, that music got soul

We hear so-called music in America today

Easily refers to women

As bitches and hoes

And these words

Are the stained banner

Females are proud of today

We were soul brothers and sisters

And not Niggas and My Nigga

The trigger word

Systematically heard

Re-introduced to a new generation

Screaming high admiration

Of (Never) (Ignorant) (Getting) (Goals) (Accomplished)

Easily embraces N i g g a

Not knowing

It’s easy to kill Niggas

And keep other Niggas silent

Lost and locked

Into a mindless island

Trick them to migrate

Away from their own lands

Too frighten to take a stand

Original Soul People

Has gotten too humble

Quietly meditate

And now hesitate

And accept mistreatment

And eat it sweetly

Like it’s

Grandma’s sweet potato pie

Humming lullabies

Of Sweet by and by

Reminding killers and thrillers

That black lives matter

Soul people

Not knowing

They are Soul People

Is

What matters

But this constant

Chasing

Dollars

To define who we are

Makes us forget

Who we are

And not to mention

Misplaced

In a system’s dimension

Hey soul sister

May be the words

I’ll never hear again

But I continue to look

For the energy split

Between the light

And dark

That lives within

Niggas are lost and possessed

To possess created brand names

And in awe of public figures

Who are supposed

To make millions

But appear

To be only minions

Return of the Soul People

Is the call

Because

As they say

The writing is on the wall

And we would all

Need to do a total recall

We cannot continue operating

On low frequencies

Because this dimension

We call life

Does come with urgency

Hey Soul Sister

Or Brother

Is the Being

I want next to me

Instead of someone

Down on their Black Nigga knees

Hey Soul Sister

Are the words

That needs to be heard again

Brothers and Sisters

Get on board

The soul train again

And we could be walking

In peace, love and soul again