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He Will Not Divide Us - A Poem Inspired by Shia LaBeouf
He Will Not Divide Us - A Poem Inspired by Shia LaBeouf
He Will Not Divide Us - A Poem Inspired by Shia LaBeouf

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Written by Decora
Performed by Decora
Recorded & Edited by Ethan Harrison

He Will Not Divide Us - A Poem was inspired by Shia LaBeouf's installation piece at The Museum of The Moving Image

From the perspective of a young Afro-Latino man in the United States

Lyrics

According to society
I'm supposed to eat fast food
Have several women and
Pee - nuts like cashews
And of those several nuts
Have two kids that are mad rude
And act like I’m gonna stick around
Like peel off tattoos

But I’m trying to save shorties out the hood
Like Tatoo
Look It’s a plane
Nah, that’s just me in the back room
Coming up with thoughts
That take flight like grass roots
Connecting ideas underground
Like grass roots

When I die
Bury me in a suit with black boots
And a pencil like a utensil
I can use to snatch fruits
From the sky
When I feel like heaven isn’t sufficient
Cause hell isn't earth
Heaven's just a euphemism

See my pen is like a priceless clock
You can't set me free
Try to block my vision
Try to keep me out of school
Try to lock me in prison
But with all these words in my head
Yo I can't even listen
Cause I'm going through this paper
Like I’m (w)rapping for Christians
During Christmas
And my pain is this gift list

My lyrics
Kill in the end
Like Columbus with syphilis
Killing In di ans
Yo I’m not going to risk it
I take my pen everywhere
Even to butter my biscuits
So when I spit
You swear you're wearing a T-Shirt by misfits
Because your skull is in your stomach
By your face is just Lip-Stick

Everybody wears the mask
Only few want to admit it
Some people refuse to admit they're racist
Complacent with the fact that they have 1 black friend
Life is a coloring book
How you going to have 1 black pen?

And I don't want to hear none of that shit
About how it ended way back when
Because I have a brother doing time
On a plantation in Texas
He didn't want his kids to starve
So his gun was hot early in the morning
Like a Mexican Breakfast
Lack of Education got my family going reckless
Illiteracy, misogynistic and the battle of the sexes

The pain in my heart
Gives me a cardiac arrest
You can't protect this
With no necklace
Or no bulletproof vest
The pain of death
Thrusts deeper
Than the grim reaper
In the Abyss
Having sex
The writer with writers block
Whose block was written in prison
That's why I have to spit these bars
To manifest my vision

My microphone is (W)holy
And Hip Hop is my religion
So I spit gospels for the hood
Like Matthew did for Christians
Corner stores and Liquor spots
With Sazon in the Kitchen
People that leave their T.V on
To make you think someone is home
Bill calling collecting recipient
Screening the phone
You're not alone

Because poverty's monogamous
And never cheats on the dark
You can be black or brown and still be in debt
Because the soul of those who died for us
Have credit that needs to be kept
The same bomb they drop on Hot 97
They did in Philly back in 1985
10,000 rounds of ammunition
You can't tell me racism is not alive
I take my heart out
And use my voice box to pump blood to my eyes
You can keep my veins
All I need is truth to survive
No more politicians putting roofies in my American Pie
Raping my people
Trying to impregnate them with lies
I'd rather die
Matter fact I've come to terms with my death
Cause revolution
Is a receipt for GOD giving me breath

HE WILL NOT DIVIDE US

Decora
Beyond Belief