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conflict in the motherland vs conflict on the stolen land
The era of martin and Malcolm have ended,
our hope has descended,
black power has faded and thus were still waiting,
for our piece of the pie,
long been denied,
to survive one must cheat, steal and lie.
Street factions, tribe wars,
dispute met with the sword,
or spear, both bring tears,
evoke blood and fear, what’s gwanin in the motherland, ain’t to different from here.
Human greed, sews the seed,
for the fields must bleed,
the cash cow ever gluttonous,
it must always feed.
Genocides funded, freedom erodes,
vile regimes erected,
violence unfolds.
For the seizure of rare stones,
metals and black gold,
any price, all atrocity, easily condoned.
But don’t misunderstand, doesn't matter which land,
brother kills brother,
at behest of the man.
but I shall not comply with his tyrannical plan,
I get but one life,
I shall be my own man.
I’ll never run, never ran,
from a Nazi or the klan
so I’ll never turn my back on my fellow black man.
But my people are so hungry,
we attack without reason,
you see an ad, donate a dollar
and you think you feed them?
Conditions like these cannot persist,
cheeks spread open, waiting for dick.
We are black, we are proud,
we must stand, we must fight,
our wrath must be known,
not kept from sight.
The well has run dry, hasn’t rained for some time,
our will ignored, dreams cast aside.
we seek reinstallment of the revolution,
we are dying at the cost of our own pollution.
Brought no solutions,
to these truth contusions,
from all this follows hopeless delusion,
crime won't decrease, until poverty ceased,
there is no need for more prisons
or more police.
Inequity yields disdain, which in turn brings inflammation,
but unity must follow,
or flame engulfs nation.
So when they knock on your front door,
how you going to come,
with hands behind head,
or on trigger of gun?
When they kick down your front door,
how you going to go,
shot down on the pavement,
or waiting in death row?
They’ll crush us, they’ll bruise us,
they care not how we feel,
but none are invincible,
they shall answer to black steel.
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