| Afro-American, livin in the eyes of Aryan
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| Characteristics, contacts and hair extensions
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| And what we doin to ourselves just to fit in
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| They had us in the fields or slavin in the kitchen
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| It is my mission, to shed light to the subject
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| Confederate flags over the houses of the rednecks
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| American pride, or just evil in disguise
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| A close reminder of why many of my people died
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| To bring change in the midst of pain and oppression
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| We had to stand together and our hope was the weapon
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| Now we neglectin, important lessons from our forefathers
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| We need to stand tall and reclaim our lost honor
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| Definin blackness, what’s ghetto, and what’s real
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| And what the fuck make a nigga wanna feel
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| That he gotta chase, dollars and fake
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| Pipe dreams and 38s, hate, with the nickel plate
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| Within a arm’s grasp, I’m marchin past
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| Them so called thugs waving arms to blast
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| Another black, ass
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| Destruct the masses, I’m Cassius Clay boxin bastards
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| Lyrically speaking I’m tryna touch the people and
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| Lyrically speaking I must critique the people and
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| I’m far from the likes of God
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| Though I am one with self yo position is odd
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| Nigga, how the fuck you go knockin my style
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| If I’m not a real nigga than what’s the profile
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| Is it, new shoes on my feet, every other week
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| Or carryin heat for niggas just like me
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| I’d rather spend the most of my time
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| Writin in my composition note, book of rhymes
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| My mind’s confined for now but it’ll be free
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| When the fat lady sing from her soul to me
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| We’re quick to forget history’s hardships
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| And ready to trade pride for money and bullshit
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| It’s sick the way the media portrayin our people
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| Instead of motivatin change they’re perpetuating evil
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| Negative outlooks make impressions on the youth
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| They try to ignorance synonymous with blackness
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| It’s blasted, the way the images of acid
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| Burning into the soul, go give it guns and ratchets
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| Yo, it’s farewell to hell and, welcome in heaven
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| A new man is born divine like the number seven
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| Walk with me, if you will
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| Through the depths of a nigga’s will it might feel
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| Kinda surreal
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| I woke up this morning smiling with the rising sun
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| Like Robert Ness but hardly my day begun
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| One with the most high, I keep her close by
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| My heart when folks try
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| To bring me down now I’m knockin on heaven’s door
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| Jump the gate ask for God on the seventh floor
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| Come holla at me see my people gotta hate complex with self
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| Til the point where we’re numb to the pain that’s dealt
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| Across the globe, this bullshit we’re not gonna know
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| About some brothers killing people in Sierra Leone
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| Over jewels that we cherish, here in America
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| Peace to Sorious Samura, thanks for helping the
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| World see the truth that they already know
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| So let’s get free people all across the globe
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| From the great walls of China to France, to Johannesburg
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| Back to the land of Egu-Egu I recite the words
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| I pledge allegiance only to those believing in me
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| My eyes steady on the prize til the people are free
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| Words to the wise so I always try to see
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| The things holdin me back so I can breathe |