Broke But Woke

Weaponize me, for I am dead!

Rage on with your darkest secrets

Build me up

Because you believe I am a stereotype

The hypocrisy is just grueling

Money or power?

Power or money?

I think not, for I am broke

Just a colored woman that is woke

For people don't appreciate a fine diamond

They just let it go to waste

A moment of greatness starts with a vision

Not an undying belief...

For I am a sunflower on the side of the road

As people pass by

They show me no love

And this is a powerful time

I am looking for my soul tribe,

A tribe called quest

Weaponize me some more, for I am dead!

No need to shoot me...no need to excuse me

For I am a presence no one knows.