by Willie L. Green

I heard them say
Let a million niggaz
Walk in Washington
I couldn't go
So I sat there watching them
As they made their march
A swarm of brothas
Did their part
While still others
In a crip like starch
Spoke their peace
We all heard them speak
A speech
In hopes to strengthen
The meek
Mya even graced us
With poetic glory
And we began a new chapter
In our prophetic story
But what good is done
Only reading one page
When the play that we live
Is on a much bigger stage
What a short little war we waged
My worry
Is that such a noble act
Get's buried
Yet I stand apologetic
For being a cynic
But I have felt so much disappointment
That my instinct
Is to mimic

1,000,000 by Willie L. Green

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