(Source: fuckyeahasherroth)

I’m here for the fathers and mothers,

The sisters and brothers.

If you aint listening then you missin out,

Bare witness to the realest doubt.

(I bet they listening now)

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 says 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 listen if my image was a bitch,

Big lips and bigger tits show you what real sex is.

Uhm, what if I was picked for grave,

Sick for days, or aged to be sick with AIDS.

Would you listen to my story that I swear is touching or just blank stare because you’re scared to touch me?

If im Jewish or Christian, does it affect your decision to see past religion and listen to wisdom?

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

Whether I’m black or white, gay, striaght, hermaphrodite,

Half the time, trash the light and we all act alike.

So pass the mic, dont insist being ignorant,

Unclench your fists for a minute, and just listen.