Eveything we've been told is a lie
we were forced into slavery,bought in december then sold in july
to work the fields til we die.
a lot fought with bravery, with no fire arms
they were slain with no grave to see.
ask me why we can't get no reparations,
it would be too devistating to the cracker congregation
won't a one among us til columbus enslaved the haitians
they the ones that brung us, hung us up like dirty aprons
and then they set the mind control over the d-bo's,
keep us ignorant so we can't tell that we ain't equal
feed us trash,scraps and ham bones
anything the master too good to put his hands on
keep your anthem, got my own damn song
and if you feeling me then feel free to sing along
i pledge allegiance to my peeps in different regions
who are considered heathens just because they seeking fair treatment
bare feet men, working in the heat with little to eat
sleeping like thirty deep man, kept in pig pens
herded like sheep,converted to christians or murdered an beaten
too many people see this world through a weak lense
thinking what they gonna do on the weekends
if it won't for those that passed we wouldn't be friends
you know the first shall be the last in the end
you had a good run crackers
but one of these days ya'll be pickin' our tobacco
with a black man's name on the front of that tractor
the fact of the matter' we ain't going back to africa
if anything, ya'll gone be the ones to pack it up
how would you feel to be told you ain't black enough
for a shipping job, mainly just packing stuff
that's why we actin' up , the system ain't backing us
so let me break it down on how they cursed the sacred ground
just because my face is brown, jake wanna take me down
lock away and throw the key for slangin' dope in 0's and ki's supposedly
but i been baggin flows up like the groceries
stop approaching me , i won't be judged by a bunch of thieves
i'll hold a grudge and won't budge over my beliefs
won't close my eyes to the lies or turn the other cheek
this is my turn to speak, hoping ya'll learn from me