Sort of a 'Songs Of Freedom part 2', only more aggressive... :o It's me (Prophit) on the first two verses, and Bandit on the third...
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Story behind the song
All the shit going on in this world...
Lyrics
[Prophit - Verse 1]
I had a question, remember? The answer still dwells/
What happened to the Ummah once known so well?/
Confrontation reppelled, you got saved by the bell/
Kids shoot, sent to hell, I pray that we rebel/
Shells drop at black kids, Farrakhan preaching blackness/
African proverbs on our walls to back this/
Black cars with black rims, 24 inch spinners/
But sinners sinning successfully aren't really winners/
Slaveships still sail, online slaves for sale/
Mail-order brides and kids making sneakers in cells/
"Oh well! I'm living good, shit's changing in the hood/
Why should I give a fuck about y'all chopping wood?"/
Not me, I pray for my peeps, y'all are my people/
You bleed, I bleed - You cry, I cry - we're equal/
Y'all took a race once known for praying at the church steeple/
And turned 'em all evil!/
[Prophit - Verse 2]
Now watch the break-down, we 'turning great-now/
They made us lay-down, but I won't stay-down/
From Iraq to A-Town, we grab our trey-pounds/
Now, no more fake-bows, love is hate-now/
It may be late-now, 'cause we remain-down/
Once, a raped-child, now carries the great-crown/
We reap what they-plow and then escape-vows/
To escape-frowns, write our own fate-now/
The future is no longer grey/
Awaiting in a state of hate, for freedom, made us all slaves/
We walk the Earth freely, but remain in a cage/
'Til we gather up the spirit, to turn the page/
The history books are no longer written/
Happiness ain't given, and I think you 'forgetting/
About our hard times of living, but anyway/
It seems that you stand for nothing, and fall for anything/
Damn...
[Verse 3 - Young Bandit]
for some gold digging might be a gate way to gold/
but if an alchymist succeeds, he would recieve tenfold/
put that on yo' list before preaching "fall of the youth"
and remember kids like us, try to think outside the booth/
yeah I speak the truth, I spread it in form of my lines/
Instead of, making a clubbanger, and spend it all on dimes/
26 inch tokio rims, are you serious maiiin/
a year go you were underground without any grain/
all I see is hunger for fame, and 10 louis vouitton bags/
starving kids on the news, a church that won't marry fags/
I got a raw oppinion, and I'ma spit it for ya' right in your face/
I'm not satisfied about the religious ways/
corrupted preasts, walking holy in white, in the vatikan/
preaching nothing but air, I'ma rap it the best I can/
cause I'm a man and I don't vote for child abusers, nor losers/
they say rap follows crime, don't lie and accuse us/
