Bought with the blood of our ancestors

The sun rises and all I can see is this land stained with the blood of our truth

The blood of our youth...
The struggle of our crew
the tears of them too

Kidnapped from a life known, mind hijacked from your own dome....

So different but not presenting anything but the same difference

Stuggling to survive in a 9 by 5 slot on an torturous ocean journey
Too many coming through the ER dead on gurneys

We did not do this to ourself yet we do this to ourselves

Bleeding fingertips staining the white of the cottons bush....work fassa for massa

Waiting on lines encouraging lives of 200 bucks of jordans.....
Buy fassa for massa

The hanging life of Emmit Till
This rapping life got mad appeal
This is life but....
I can't even broker a deal
The media is life.... its not soul for real
Rosa aint get up so we can sit in the back still

Mentality grew to fail because so many fail to grow

Opression still exist it just doesn't sit on your back as blatant as it was being carried through the dust storms of the farm up to the house....

where you had to know you were a nigga and negate the state of thinking on your own.

We still negate the state of thinking on your own
We need to dress and act like this because...i was told we need this all

Idiots want to embody the common core of trapped life yall
They trapped like dogs
React like dogs
Take aggressive stance so that it seems okay to cage men and women....

Just like dogs......

They seperated the segregated telling me when to eat, sleep, relate or release

God grant me some peace
But everyone wants there piece of the American dream

To be on America's team
Even while being beaten and raped to build America's dream
Firehosed to believe in America's dream

This fountain is not just for coloreds only
This is a worldly journey

When will the world begin to continue this journey

The struggle of our ancestors depend on this journey

and we owe them