| Brothers and Sisters
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| We are in the final days
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| And we must have black unity now or else
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| In the distance echoing
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| Horns from the freedom train starting to blow
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| The door moves slow
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| With a quickness dash to get your mental
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| Now I’m dashing, clashing with the thoughts
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| I used to have. |
| It’s time for math
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| Lets add and divide to get the ones that glide
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| Now it’s time to subtract
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| I pledge allegiance to only the black
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| Take me to war for that
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| Remember it’s God you’ll be fighting
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| I am light with words my third eye spread wings
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| To fly like birds
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| That’s when I spotted your plan
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| Remember I am black man, the first man
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| And sooner than later I shall be the last
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| I will survive your blast
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| My mental when walk when your physical’s ash
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| I am Sun
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| Lords of Light!
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| There was an eclipse of the sun
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| This eclipse was unlike any other
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| It rained but the ground was not wet
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| The very next day the sun does not set
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| Crash! |
| now there’s blood on the moon
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| Flash! |
| the first seal came soon
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| I step onto my patio to view the glare
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| And the air was of a lukewarm texture
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| I am calm, there’s no time to be tense
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| To be reflective prepare
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| To get back to the essense
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| Suddenly I am greeted by a hand
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| It is Malcolm X the X is now known
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| I am walked with then I am shown
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| It is time, now I see the light on the chrome
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| And I don’t need no sunglasses
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| No more lessons and no more classes I’m there
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| You had best prepare for the coming of all
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| When the smoke clears I’ll stand tall
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| Look at you devil now you’re sweating
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| I’m telling you, you can’t run
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| From the hand of Armageddon
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| So now you dare to harm my physical
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| With your chemical warfare
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| The beast don’t care
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| That’s why he eats his pig steak rare
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| So he can taste the blood
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| Like a bitch trying to feast on a plug
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| Get ready to attack
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| No sweating as we march to armageddon
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| March! |
| all the black hut-2−3-4
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| March! |
| all the black hut-2−3-4
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| March! |
| for the time is now
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| Sooner than later the devil shall bow
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| I will witness this
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| Red black and green with a tight fist
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| I dream of the day when all the blacks
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| Sit down to chill and unite as one |