Ameri can not get with you on this,
But eye can and the plan is still the same,
Bury me not in a land where one man can call another a slave,
Abraham Lin con the world into calling him the black libera tor
The sheets off his face and saw, his notion of amerikkka wasn’t meant for me.
Kennedy got done and Malcolm said nothing but chickens coming home to roost,
Found himself on the grill being roasted by those he called pigs,
Bro, dig that foxhole deep cause they sure would like to see pens like yours asleep,
And they claim you have freedom of speech,
Long as what you speak isn’t in contrast to what they preach.
But eye stay conscious of the ways of the false iman with birds
Of prey on towers of
New Babylon, bringing fire, death and
Destruction from caves.
Stand me in a corner, pulling my card to see where eye be, what eye be,
It’s a headband not a tur ban this rage in me
Take the torment of millions of sleepless voices,
Torn from Africa’s most humble breast.
Ghettorized, terrorized, profiled on posters of stars,
Marked with red crosses and holimen sleeping with boys 2 men,
Pulling puppet strings, tossing pigskins, day time bats, and
Cauliflower ears for the years of cuffed hands trembling with Parkinson.
Now done at 41, tripping on my own
Dribble, balls without bells ringing in dreams marked with fist to
Walls and night cries of ten blonde cornbraids
And M & M nuts to Bubber Sparks, and Britney Spears
When it used to be Al Jolson capitalizing on ghetto styles yet
Ghettos rise and crack sell, liquor and cornbread, yet
SURR schools,
The headmasters can’t spell and the kids are the failures?
Black is evil yet white hides in light,
Shit pour water on my anger man age wine turns to blood of my
Blood boils as the Bush burns like Nero eating the flesh of
Pekinese duck,
Scuds, Patriots, ethnic cleansing,
And Palestinian homeland the source of strife?
IS YAR EL?
Bottles on bullets, India and Paki Stan off the button
Drop hersilles and strip mother earth cause trees can’t stand
In the way of progress, casinos and skyscrapers the tools of our destruction,
Global warming.
Ozone lay her with fatherless children crying in the night as they ponder
What’s left?
Them tired of this,
Courtney cries as the newscast despair with the report of
A downed plane, bodies broken,
Ripped the shield of invincibility,
They did this before!!!
Cold war, hot lead.
Dance Michael, moonwalk through the minefields like I got
Jammed in the matrix and there is no getting out, because didn’t
We see this before? There was
Somalia, there was Vietnam,
There was Korea,
There was 11
And 1 and on and on and on,
The blood flows and the dark man is called a minority with the
Birthplace of this earth
The third world???
Eye don’t dig graves for black dreams and it’s not what it seems
When they tell me my rage isn’t a de fense me in hell
Hold me back and stick pins in my eyes,
The broom didn’t sweep these lies under any rugs,
Cause Louima, and Bumpers, Diallo, Stewart, Jones, and on and on
And on the bible they swear that wallets are guns us down in
Day light my path to hell with these tales they tell
Times
They cell to the black man
Original sons of earth,
First world creators of the universe al envy
Their desperate shun me and mine sentries of putrid fields like it
Never was theirs to give me a place on this world like sneak
Thieves at the back door.
Cleanse the empty plates with wet lips and parched throats yet,
Eye stays conscious of the ways of the Klus less wonderers
Telling my children lessons not taught in schools
Where his tory is of me as only slaves, and boot liquor,
Drunk driver, pussy seller, stick up kid,
15 to life bid not on this
Stephen king saga,
No wool for the eyes of this
Sheep when I creep, but lion when I
Wake the sons of my son, words not guns,
Knowledge of self, kings, queens, marching to the drums of the
Congo, Niger
Nile flows with the tears of our fathers
A new world for my sons, daughters, rulers
Righteous Africans,
Original
Man.
But eye can and the plan is still the same,
Bury me not in a land where one man can call another a slave,
Abraham Lin con the world into calling him the black libera tor
The sheets off his face and saw, his notion of amerikkka wasn’t meant for me.
Kennedy got done and Malcolm said nothing but chickens coming home to roost,
Found himself on the grill being roasted by those he called pigs,
Bro, dig that foxhole deep cause they sure would like to see pens like yours asleep,
And they claim you have freedom of speech,
Long as what you speak isn’t in contrast to what they preach.
But eye stay conscious of the ways of the false iman with birds
Of prey on towers of
New Babylon, bringing fire, death and
Destruction from caves.
Stand me in a corner, pulling my card to see where eye be, what eye be,
It’s a headband not a tur ban this rage in me
Take the torment of millions of sleepless voices,
Torn from Africa’s most humble breast.
Ghettorized, terrorized, profiled on posters of stars,
Marked with red crosses and holimen sleeping with boys 2 men,
Pulling puppet strings, tossing pigskins, day time bats, and
Cauliflower ears for the years of cuffed hands trembling with Parkinson.
Now done at 41, tripping on my own
Dribble, balls without bells ringing in dreams marked with fist to
Walls and night cries of ten blonde cornbraids
And M & M nuts to Bubber Sparks, and Britney Spears
When it used to be Al Jolson capitalizing on ghetto styles yet
Ghettos rise and crack sell, liquor and cornbread, yet
SURR schools,
The headmasters can’t spell and the kids are the failures?
Black is evil yet white hides in light,
Shit pour water on my anger man age wine turns to blood of my
Blood boils as the Bush burns like Nero eating the flesh of
Pekinese duck,
Scuds, Patriots, ethnic cleansing,
And Palestinian homeland the source of strife?
IS YAR EL?
Bottles on bullets, India and Paki Stan off the button
Drop hersilles and strip mother earth cause trees can’t stand
In the way of progress, casinos and skyscrapers the tools of our destruction,
Global warming.
Ozone lay her with fatherless children crying in the night as they ponder
What’s left?
Them tired of this,
Courtney cries as the newscast despair with the report of
A downed plane, bodies broken,
Ripped the shield of invincibility,
They did this before!!!
Cold war, hot lead.
Dance Michael, moonwalk through the minefields like I got
Jammed in the matrix and there is no getting out, because didn’t
We see this before? There was
Somalia, there was Vietnam,
There was Korea,
There was 11
And 1 and on and on and on,
The blood flows and the dark man is called a minority with the
Birthplace of this earth
The third world???
Eye don’t dig graves for black dreams and it’s not what it seems
When they tell me my rage isn’t a de fense me in hell
Hold me back and stick pins in my eyes,
The broom didn’t sweep these lies under any rugs,
Cause Louima, and Bumpers, Diallo, Stewart, Jones, and on and on
And on the bible they swear that wallets are guns us down in
Day light my path to hell with these tales they tell
Times
They cell to the black man
Original sons of earth,
First world creators of the universe al envy
Their desperate shun me and mine sentries of putrid fields like it
Never was theirs to give me a place on this world like sneak
Thieves at the back door.
Cleanse the empty plates with wet lips and parched throats yet,
Eye stays conscious of the ways of the Klus less wonderers
Telling my children lessons not taught in schools
Where his tory is of me as only slaves, and boot liquor,
Drunk driver, pussy seller, stick up kid,
15 to life bid not on this
Stephen king saga,
No wool for the eyes of this
Sheep when I creep, but lion when I
Wake the sons of my son, words not guns,
Knowledge of self, kings, queens, marching to the drums of the
Congo, Niger
Nile flows with the tears of our fathers
A new world for my sons, daughters, rulers
Righteous Africans,
Original
Man.
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