Keith Ricardo Williams - A Nightmare

images of the past haunt me
inspired by a poem
the ghosts of yesterday awaken
with their white sheets, and crosses burning
people running, houses burning
a noose around a neck
a certain demand for respect
images of the past haunt me
like boyz in the hood
a menace to society
a new jack city
where our minds were jacked
smacked by crack
blunted so high
you don’t understand rastafari
images of the past haunt me
like cooley high, and good times
those were the days
when they thought that was really us
especially sanford