| Do remember, I am a true descendant
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| Of people who were stolen and traded all for the riches
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| But I can’t play the victim, I’m told to just forget it
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| While they dwell on 9−11 and celebrate independence
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| But I’m suppose to clear my memory of all the lynching
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| Shit, I cringe at the thought of giving my daughter whippings
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| Plus I see the name that owned my family every time I write a check
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| So how the fuck am I s‘posed to forget
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| When we ain’t safe in churches or even when we comply
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| The ones paid to protect us are making sure that we die
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| They say we kill ourselves we still cheat and we rob
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| But what’s that have to do with these cops doing their job
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| And if you really cared ‘bout the welfare of my people
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| You’d make sure that the schools for all children were equal
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| Fear competition so they had to rig the game
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| Scared if we catch up that we’d do their ass the same
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| Know they deserve it, but they ask what would Jesus do
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| Bet my bottom dollar he wouldn’t be down with you
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| He was the wrong shade, you’d probably do’em the same
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| Shoot’em seven times while tryin to give his name
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| Right in front of his kids, body with the chrome
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| Labeled a threat when all he tried to do is get’em home
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| All I’m saying, a future minus our past can never exist
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| Y’all make sure your baby listen to this! |
| Wake’em up!
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| (2x)The past is always present in the future
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| (2x)The past is always present in the future
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| Born a King. |
| Raised a slave
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| Niggers to Gods. |
| Cradle to grave
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| Shall be redeemed. |
| We shall be praised
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| Never will scars outweigh our grace! |