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I'm not a devil slayah or a seuth sayah, maybe a liberatah but not for a prayah for a narrative, stolen pyramids, tell'n lies to our kids bout who the most high is.
I stay deal'n in that truth, they stay steal'n from my youth, can't stop watch'n all these coons, so corny act'n like they toons, minstrel dancing to those blues, played by mastah's ruthless cues. And when they queue up for those rules, made me threw up hav'tah choose, between that elephant and those mules, both act like asses not to lose. Get'n passes for they ruse, string us up jus'ah noose, when they win we kinda lose, they build their legacy with our tools.
So when's the unity for the pool, of our resources and our dues? To be continued but til when? 400 years, long it's been. Been thru hell without a sin by these devils an evil whims. try'n for heaven to see our kin, there to soon now give me zen, to calm my nerves when I vent, bout cycles of pro-tes-tin that never result in no less tihs, we- keep- take'n from these jins.
When will we wake up from all these hits, and make a shake up in our kids, and let them knowtha enemy is? When will we pack our tihs and leave? That move will tank the economy. When will we build with unity? making dreams a reality? What ex-act-ly will it take, to make a Black man finally wake? There's only one way for reprieve, revolution or totally evolution of our tree of family linked by history, in the struggle to be free, from these cavemen and their breed.
You can't relate? I understand, your brain's conditioned by tha man. And his plans control that land, but not me and not my span, of life I have to make a change, or opportunity to stop this way of the lunacy by tha deranged, caucasian gened recessive gangs.
Marcus tried and Martin walked, Malcolm died and Huey fought, Harriet pushed but not Barrack, so now must I do my part. To free my people and their hearts, I pray to 'Thoth'(who's really 'Thought'), I see the end of what we've sought, and the struggles that they've brought. I fear this story has no end. I force my brain 'believe we'll win'.
And if all this has been a lie, I pray I'll see before I die a reality that my kind, will-be-free or strike me blind. Let justice see those devils bleed for all their hate troglodytic deeds for what may wait for my seeds, let them have lib-er-ty, or let their future give them peace.
