Once Upon a Time in Havana

A tornado hit Havana last night I hassle to write The damage a disastrous sight A baffling height Of which debris was cast into flight Imagine the fright Roofs lifted from homes reveal the Blackest of nights And half of these homes weren't Built to face catastrophe like this It passed without warning Leaving Them in a scrambling crisis Through gasping and crying Watching abodes collapse from the violence Of natural disaster Once it passes they grasp it in silence The homes they spend they whole life building Now just ashes they lie in A week later a meteor hits Imagine the timing I bet they wonder why it had to be them For 60 years they calamity felt Has been dealt By A government who's savagery Can be most candidly described As ravaging death Only God can feel the passion packed in my pen My wrath don't relent Cuz While Cubans helped their Neighbors themselves The government charged them for Food and water, and labeled it help Shameful at best I empathize with pain unexpressed Cuz silence is the thing separates the safe from oppressed The place is a mess And the saddest part that pains me to vent I can't tell between what the government and tornado wrecked My heart aches, As i write this Knowing a mother searching through the night For her son Only to never find him God I hope she finds him My heart aches as I write this, and my reason is plain Because for 60 years I've watched dictators lead them astray My people today Are imprisoned, some are beaten in chains Others take a raft to the ocean, because the reasons to stay Grow scarce as their own family can't eat for the day They'd prefer the bite of a shark, then to be treated as prey Ironic The type of tragedy and deep seeded trauma Is passed down the line of generations Each year it haunts them It's no wonder the alcoholism is seen at each party It's no wonder they patriotic, look what they freedom cost them And for every reason mine chose to lead the way For their sacrifice, this country will never be the same A dictators lies Finds Misinformed minds My pistol worn Better hope this finger don't find My trigger Known this from the beginning Your lies Convincing for only those Who didn't know you as I Your supporters more the Likes of a liquor store line Gotta be faded to find Innocence in your mind All the stories you are telling Could be printed for Times Call reporters who are selling these A issue for a dime No idols that form a graven image will shine My hour is coming, better hope these lyrics kill time Cuz yo power is running out And your limit you will find at the sound of the trumpet Skies that you limited Will shine uninhibited views For every Cuban you kept clouded From witnessed news outlets That portray The truth bout How you killed and abused the island They still using two tablets Of wood just to cruise out it These sharks finding food out it And you got the nerve to talk about embargo from this country You prosper on private islands, a Mother walks a child hungry Just to make a line in hopes the monthly ration meets they need While you cappin' Americans like Colin Kaepernick believe you And they become another cod on your propaganda machine Try to walk Miami streets Fidel Castro on a T, Kap See how fast you get approached by Those who actually have seen They friends get shot up for refusing to redact what they believe It's funny how the biggest activists who bash hypocrisy Embrace a system Where historically they cap you if you speak I write this to enlighten with a tight fist to the sky Fit with the might of a million titans and a vice grip To the spine Split Cuz I might risk my own life Quick If i knew I'd switch the situation For Cubans With my grip on the knife In the ribs of Tyrant I will not quit Til The end of Time I'm rapping to make path for family Life's a circle Like my momma when she had to paddle seas To catch that open door before they took her pops and moms for keeps Scoffed and locked the key And said if they came back they'd not be free When a tornado hits Havana they true colors are shown They delay assistance, but fast to check the governments homes And tourist spots, hotels filled formerly owned Furniture stolen from homes of Those who had chosen Freedom, comfort zone they'd leave For a bleak reason They'd undergo great grief and risk being eaten Their decision to leave would put their family in harms way Yet they persisted, foreseeing the Path before them they insisted Brave resistance Looked to the face of opposition And said I'd rather die by water Than waste in your faulty system Cause we all know that Communism's a coffin given To the free man to block they vision Draw they image And box them in til all they think of is Loss prevention So focus on survival That they lost ambition Could only be found if the government that Stole it gives it back Once the Cuban people realize that And turn it back It's over Cuz oppression can't last if it's known of Cuz oppression can't last if it's known of