Dire Situation
Waking up under the burning sun my work is half way done massa doesn’t believe in fun i’m in a
Dire situation
Being free is but so fun built a home out of the sun breathing in southern air the hydrofluoric acid burns the cross because they don’t care
Dire situation
Frizzy hair and hair sheen gangster white walls dig the scene that jive turkey stepped to me with off brand bell bottom jeans I took malcolm words and took him off the planet laid him out in street right next to my feet his pulse is i’m in a
Dire situation
My people march with their hands saying I can’t breathe using their breath to celebrate someone else’s the progression of our voice dates back to the recession which our unified voice brings the white man to a depression a bullet pierces through the air a swift sound to great end now I meet my
Ancestor who begged massa to keep his wife I meet my ancestor who put out a burning cross on his lawn ,Now I meet my smooth hustler grandfather who laid a jive turkey out ………. they all welcome back home in the sky
we’ve escaped our dire situation
Nayarr Taylor | Dire Situation | A transgenerational piece about a black family and how each generation gets stuck in a bad situation.