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answer to the "alleged Terrorsit Attacks"
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Nathan is the Pittsburgh Poetry Slam Champion 2004 and ranked as one of the top 25 poets in the Nation by “Poetry Slam Incorporated”. www.nathanjames.org
Nathan is the Pittsburgh Poetry Slam Champion 2004 and ranked as one of the top 25 poets in the Nation by “Poetry Slam Incorporated”. www.nathanjames.org
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Spoken Word
Charts
Peak #1,678
Peak in subgenre #23
Author
Nathan James
Rights
12-30-02 (PAu2-736-661)
Uploaded
May 31, 2005
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The feeling of Patriotism the african-american temporarily got after the sept. 11th bombing
Lyrics
KHARMA The Consensus is that my senses are senseless Because my sentences consist of the truth About this land of false pretenses It is being said that we have no reason to complain Because this countries mainframe Consist of tarnished token Tom’s Who no longer fight about how our communities are maintained It is said our fight was yesterday And there is nothing to fight for now A generation of silent talkers instead of loud walkers Because of lack of parents teaching their sons How to persevere before they throw in that towel And when we ask the country where we fit in We accept it when they say look at Colin Powell But when is the last time Colin Was seen holdin' babies who were cold’n Attending rallies And if he’s in charge of our countries defense How come he can’t do shit about police brutality And it disturbs me that our kids have no identity Because instead of our story They learn his story, and his glory Instead of our own superiority But now our kids learn from punk-ass rappers Acting like they Robin Hood when their really just “robin the hood” Selling slavery on cd to the black community So we are mentally kept on the auction for society to see And making slave wages compared to this countries real money Instead of toys our boys suck bubonic plague and mental haze To get high only to come down and find their face in the gravel Pass the courvoisier and breast-feeding From the tit of Jack Daniels cattle As they learn to dibble and dabble in girls Who learn to tattle Victoria’s Secrets So she gets to look outside her household To get paddled and get saddled by diseased penis Like poison straight form the rattle But they must wait for treatment because This country has declared war on disease and teen pregnancy But still hasn’t joined in the battle But why do I see on coming disaster Coming through my third eye See in order to keep someone down You yourself have to stay down Blinding your sights up high So busy worrying about us that you Didn’t pay attention to who you were letting fly And now we must all come together as Americans Now that your planes are running ramped in the sky Fuck that Yeah I opened it up and I ain’t gonna relock it People looking down on me cause I ain’t patriotic I won’t wave a flag that floods my community with narcotics All that shit you did before the tragedy You must have thought we forgot it Tell that to my great-great-great grandfather who had His freedom stolen and you bought it Tell that to our women you raped Even though they screamed stop it Tell that to our ancestors you Hung from trees like strange fruit objects And tell that to policemen who beat black men But instead of criminal their deemed psychotic They say you reap what you sow And if that’s the case you’ve sowed a pile of shit And don’t try to make us all equal now Now that your face is smashed in it!
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