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We march for civil rights and the movement
Wondering where the endangerment of black panthers
How did the predator become prey
Power to the player
Who don’t give a damn about being
Black or Proud
No suckers needed
In dope and crap games
It’s a shame
We hella shaded
Been looking through
Rainbow coalition glasses
Masses of a people putting their own chains
On their necks and feet
Memories of strange fruit trees
Are simply dust in the wind
While we pretend that we don’t hear ourselves
Calling each other s
Like pulling triggers are the only way to
Free our brothers and sisters
From the clutches of living in fear of death
Another breath we don't have to breath
Another seed dies from lack of need
Another brother you ain't gotta pray for
Another sister who you ain't got to watch her back for
Another one less bullet to load your gat for
A test of how strong we can survive
Failing to see the universal greed
We oversleep
Missing freedom ring
Missing freedom trains
Missing freedom cries
While the world speaks of war
We ignore the one we’ve been fighting since our American Birth
We snore
As to be cursed with deep sleep
Transcending into midnight creeps
We destroy what we love
Each other
We dream of get rich schemes
Glaring endlessly at the end
Of what seemed like the beginning of our freedom
Freedom cries..
My mother cried for freedom
Freedom took her son
She tried to save one
The other drowned in the middle of a slave trade
Her birthing scars never healed
Her womb filled with a thousand screams
Premature babies stay in their cribs
Breast feeding on government rationed welfare checks
Disrespect and disregarding a mother’s pain
Too ashamed to claim she doesn’t know who to teach them
She didn’t learn herself
Freedom cries….
My brother cried freedom
Locked in a cell
Labored cast-a-way
The place where street war soldiers become MIA
Some return carrying HIV
Some come Black angrily back
Some die slowly on Moonshine sips
Needle smack tracks and crack pipe
Some never see their freedom, but they don’t cry
My father cried freedom
Too strong of a man to let his tears fall
So he took his anger out on the walls that boxed him in
Beating his wife and his children
Pretending it was a Black man’s right
To fight the one’s he loved but didn’t know how to say it
Laid his burdens down
Underneath lovers who didn’t give a ****
Just looking for some manhood pushed up between their thighs
Creating babies is like creating lies
He ain’t mine
She ain’t mine
‘Cause they don’t look nothing like
The night he done
Already forgotten about
Spouting about choose to abort
Never gonna pay child support
Already gave you all he intended to give
And…it is what it is
Another one lives without knowing who they father is
"Gurl, give me a call after you handle your biz..."
Life still bearing his name
His face
Shame he don’t hear freedom crying
My sister cried freedom
Swore being a whore
Paid way more
Than being a housewife
At least you can lay down every night with a man
He ain’t trying to move in
But he trying to get his sucked
When he does Cool Breeze blow to
She been ran through so much
A soft touch ain’t nothing, but a *** coming
Or a *** over
Or a *** THAT
Your love taps don’t pay the bills!
She for real ain’t playing no more games
So she say
While she lay her life down on unprotected stained sheets
Sleeping with the diseased enemy
Seeking rest in peace
It’s a shame she never knew freedom when she came….
She didn't even know her name...
Ancestors still cry freedom
I heard them once
They told me she was coming
So I started running for the race
As to place at least in the top three
Then a tripped me
A called me out my name
A punkplayer broad sucker pimp said I was ‘bout to be taken out the game
I didn’t even know I was in
I pretend to Black love, but I can’t
If I don’t hate the player
And I don’t charge the game
Then I gotta hate myself
Who’s gonna love me back
In fact
It’s all a Pimp-ho-trick script
Where everybody tryna get wit
Getting paid for laying on their Blacks
How far we’ve gotton from picking cotton and tobacco leaves
To unreal things
Like designer jeans
A good smoke of some tight eyed dope
That will choke your *** on the first drag
Never had strange fruit hanging in my yard
Just the too hard playa, trying to get my phone number
His dope sack off at the same time
Remind me what freedom looks like?
Don’t you hear her
I’ve never met freedom
Only been told
The ancestors hold on to her promise seed
So, for me
I cry for freedom
Praying she still feels the need
I cry for freedom
Hoping one day she will come
I cry for freedom
Knowing the ancestors will let her come
Freedom cries
Don't you hear her
Freedom cries
Are you listening?
Freedom.....
