Organic Food Revolutionaries

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Azeem

Azeem Ismail (born July 17, 1977[citation needed] in New Brunswick, New Jersey), better known simply as Azeem is a performance poet and hip-hop MC, residing in Oakland, California. more »

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The day was gloomy nothing moving 
The dread was on some just weight
I slipped up to Dolores Park 
To cop a bag of headaches
Hopped a whale the 49 my eyes were red 
The driver said 
I'm sorry folks everyone off
There's demonstrations up ahead
Well curiosity swept most of us who 
Stepped toward the commotion quite emotionless 
Like what's the reason for the protest
Turns out this brother was stopped by cops in mad traffic 
and they beat him pretty bad 
plus a Camera saw it happen
Then this cat with a ponytail 
Tie dye shirt and a megaphone 
Was going on how it was wrong
We shouldn't take it calm 
Armed with picket signs that rhymed
Each possessed a clever anthem
The hands of Feds were busy 
Blending in and using cameras
They all just started marching 
No Justice No Peace
I was even getting caught up 
I just followed them to me peep
They went up towards Nob Hill by California Street
By that big masonic temple that nobody seemed to see
Then the sun began to dip 
Somehow we ended up downtown 
The Tenderloin awoke
They had gone and done it now
I watched the jewelry store turn into an island shantytown
Watched and listened to the crash as 
Radio Shack was clowned
The sneaker store matted 
The camera shop drowned 
The surplus shattered and 
The Gap shut down
I became a sociologist a psychologist in dreams 
Studying everyone's reaction as 
The moment was extreme
As the crowd hit Wilson's leather store 
And the gates were rose 
My mind could not ignore the fact 
That it was getting cold

And I thought to myself in order to study the peramifications 
Of this whole uprising 
And all the validity as it is to economic consciousness
I need a new jacket!

Jumped up in the window where the manikins should be 
There's already cats in mirrors 
Looking at gear before they leave
Me I'm like a lump of panic 
I'm not frightened but the fact is 
I'm not really feeling nothing that 
They had upon their Racks
I hit the back and 
Grabbed the fattest leather jacket I could find 
Then I got myself a leather bag 
I guess it took some time 
When I circled to the window 
To exit from my crime 
Cats were getting beat and pummeled 
From the crowd for all they shine
The crowd was getting bigger 
I watched a feast of pain
Everyone who jumped was shattered 
All they had was snatched away
The beast was getting closer 
Their battle sticks were raised 
They were inching in and angry 
Wearing armor of the age
A hellish rage I had to blaze up out of the spot and get away 
No delay action figure like 
I leapt into the flames
Landing low all elbows bucking
Stomachs knees torsos 
I burst out through the back 
And came face to face with 50 
Swiftly hit a fence in panic 
Like a fresh escaped slave
Hearing voices yelling stop 
Foot steps shaking keys 
Naked screams knees bleed gnawed 
Fall on concrete
Keep running see a bus a couple blocks down the street
Mad heat sweat breath heavy my shirt half ripped 
Price tags swinging leather 
Clutching brand new shit 
The bus driver said Oh hell no 
Everybody's eyes just squint
I walked to the back of the bus 
With the body language of a fugitive 
Now who is this 
To burst of the cherries on my luck 
My mother's friend from work was on the bus
Man f*ck

We didn't start the riots it was the organic food revolutionaries
With tofu in their mouths wearing tie-dye T-shirts dammit
We didn't start the riots it was the organic food revolutionaries
They do more drugs than we do 
And we always get blamed

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