Obama's Acceptance speech praise the lord

Obama-We have been to the mountaintop

Obama goes gansta

Obama, Obama, Obama

You turned me into a believer,

Oh yes you did

First talk about the speech

Never mind

Let talk about me first

The speech

I was so nervous that I cleaned my whole house

I cooked every thing in the kitchen

Including carrots which I hate

Wasting time

Waiting for the speech

Ok the convention comes on

And my stomach starts to flip

I am making my self-ill

I am like a parent about to watch his child in his first school play

And then

And then

I couldn’t watch the speech

Obama’s speech

I was missing history

What a punk I am

I really couldn’t watch the speech

I hide behind my art for two hours

Until I couldn’t stand the suspense any longer

I don’t like to watch things when every one else is watching

I have some mutated form of addd

Yes I call it ADDD

Anyway

Remember I couldn’t see the world trade center

After 911

For almost two years

I was so pissed

And yes that obsessive

Anyway

The speech

L it came on again at 200 in the morning

Then I watched transfixed

Talking to my deceased father the whole time

My father would have been on cloud nine

He would have been at the convention

Wouldn’t have missed it for the world

Anyway

I was of course

Screaming praying crying

Thank you Jesus

The I watched as Obama

Went Gangsta

I watched as he did what I advised him to do

He channeled King, Sojourner and Malcolm X

Yes Malcolm x

That who he reminds me of now

Anyway

It was like watching your son turn into a man

Before your eyes

He was positively

Presidential

Amazing strong, and like

Ali Used to say

Pretty

Yes

He transformed him self

And represented to the world all that is good in black America

All that is worth saving and refining

I will be in this mans gratitude forever

He transformed me

And mine

But the interesting thing was

My community

I went to broad st

Which is the center street in Newark

I went to buy incense in the Muslim section

And walked right into a screaming but playful argument

About Obama and McCain

The Arab museum woman behind the counter was crying her joy out about Obama

I mean she was crying

And then she stopped and said

Tears streaming down her partially covered

Face

That it’s America

And I hope the don’t try to kill him

She kept repeating

They will kill him

They will kill him

The whole shop got quiet

Ten or so people, black and Arabs

Got quiet

Quiet and mean

And the look in the eyes of the men in there

Told me some thing

Yawl had better not mess with this boy

This country don’t know what they are playing with

You have no idea what has been unleashed here

I left with tears in my eyes

Walked on

Let me tell you some thing about broad st

Its black and Latino

With a lot of Egyptians for some reason

Koreans

It’s a trip

Hustle and bustle

The gang bangers stand on the corners

Selling cig’s and Lucy’s (single Cig) for 5 dollars a pack

And a dollar for one

And much more if you are interested

Anyway

Vendors selling bootleg cds

Incense burning

Rap music and reggae playing everywhere

Usually

But today

Every where you turned

Obama was on the radio

Obama was on tee shirts

Obama lived on Broad st today

Every one

Was talking about him

Young folks

I have never seen this before

Never

People 18 to 25

Sitting in McDonalds

Listening to Obama on their Ipods

Or cell phones

What ever those little things were

And my people

My people

Were more involved

And more proud than I have seen them

Since the 1970’s

I explored now

Stopping in other stores

Not believing what I was seeing

Gang bangers

Jailhouse brothers

Crack heads

Regular mothers and folks

All talking

Praying

Rejoicing

About Obama

Believe this when I tell you

This boy has transformed America

With a new hope

A new pride

I can’t remember the last time

I felt so proud

So connected

But the dark cloud of my middle age baggage still lingers

So I am still so scared for Obama and for us

But in any case

I am starting to think that

Malcolm X has returned

The Malcolm that returned from Mecca

Was in the house

That’s whom I saw last night

That lanky figure and quick witty mind

That ability to say hard things

Nicely

I saw a mutant Malcolm x and Betty shabezz in Michelle

God help me

I saw it

Anyway

Send out some prayer

We need it

We have got to keep this going

Anyway

I started walking home

And ran into a minister from Africa

That I know

We walked and he was ranting and preaching

In that African accent

About Obama

He said God loves Obama

God wants Obama to come and save us

This guy viewed Obama as a messiah

He went on to tell me about his family

Back home in Africa

And of how much hope Obama is giving to Africans

Who think he will come

And save them

Man oh man

I fled Broad Street

My tear ducks were soar

Some thing is going on

I hear music in the air

There must be a God somewhere

Thank you Jesus

MLK

And as we stand and sit here this evening, and as we prepare ourselves for what lies ahead, let us go out with a grim and bold determination that we are going to stick together. We are going to work together. Right here in Montgomery when the history books are written in the future, somebody will have to say "There lived a race of people, black people, fleecy locks and black complexion, of people who had the moral courage to stand up for their rights." And thereby they injected a new meaning into the veins of history and of civilization. And we're gonna do that. God grant that we will do it before it's too late.