We started out walkin. Maybe dancin to the beat.
Now we’re being played like a guitar, then hung up by the strings
Of those who rewrite words until you aren’t even sure what they mean
And don’t have the time or car to vote if you could even see
What they’re trying to do, and what they really mean
And we’re -so- afraid of being labeled the same
As those to whom history is foremost on the brain
That we iron out the brain waves to flat line like good slaves
Still slavin to the idea that we were born to behave
But I was born to rebel. Let the truth tell and raise Hell
Until it’s Heaven. Because Hell is in your mind if you’re not burning

With the same passion as my written. My brain’s itchin
I’m scratchin the truth from strained days
While y’all freebase lies to your main veins
And I’m still confused by those who refuse to believe that they’re slaves…

“I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.” – Harriet Tubman

As though the chains -have- to be physical instead of metaphysical
Psychological. Sociological. Stereotypical. Unethical.
If you’re not the stereotype then you are no longer black
Or Negro, or Negron, or African-American…
-Anything- but “American”. Everything -plus- “nigger”
Nobody wants to know about your history, “nigger”!
Why don’t you pick some cotton, kids are watchin
Don’t tell ‘em to strive to be free!
Middle finger to the cops, so when -they- pop
They feel justified killing you and me
So rap against the top, but don’t you stop
To bring them truth from in the lies
…it’s like the Maryland slaves from 1862 to ‘65
We ain’t trynna get -paid-…we trynna be -free-!

One state away from the truth amidst the lies…

Just do your nine-to-five. Don’t try to bring it live
Forget your history. Don’t you reach for the sky,
Reach for tech schools because -Dreams- are the lie…

Now -his- story is the same as -my- story,
Is the same as -her- story, is the same as -his- income..
Now blacks are callin whites “nigga” because of the state of -their- income
As though a mark of the skin is taken in measure with the – income
Now I hit the deck like they declared a threat,
when they ask about – my income
Because – incoming! – ideas are bombarding my “peers”
With challenges to action, and the lies they’re accustomed to hear
And the truth they -won’t- seek out,
The potential they -don’t- talk about
And an ingrained hatred for authority that has been taught to fear -us-!...

While, we fear -them- for the color of -our- skin
And misunderstandings that no one is interested in.
What men don’t understand, they usually tend to hate
So they hate -our- sagging pants, while we hate -their- threatening stance
And “can’t we all just get along” sounds like a fool.
“No, we can’t!”
Spits the kids taught to lie when looking cops in the eye
Taking a “necessity” and making it into a life
He’s on the corner “getting by” sowing seeds that ruin lives
Because it’s not -just- the addicts, felons have it hard in life.

Now, as he learns a few things from the “inside”
They start to fear that he has gained insight
So he is no longer allowed, or even given an invite,
To vote, by some states, for the rest of his life
Denied the fifteenth amendment…now, who -doesn't- own your life???
Who -doesn't- own your rights??
And who told -you- that you were -right-?
…
It may not be the issue that only white is right
But the poor wise man is somehow still despised (Ecclesiastes 9:15-16)
So rich fools cavort, as we call their wealth “wise”
…
We’re torn apart by divisions.
Misunderstanding the strength of schisms
Creatin prisons with religion…
…and the truth goes unheard
When fornication is just a verb
And aborted “fetuses” are drowned
In our prolific words
Rappers -should- be held accountable for spittin that “yah heard”
Supplyin that demand. We’re hooked on bein “the man”
Now rap’s the new drug, rappers the pushas, actors the “thugs”
And we are drowning in our own hubris…

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…But -my- race is -not- done…



- Revelations