Until we are free…
Our heads will forever be filled with Lye
The illusions of truth that burn our scalps
But the pain doesn’t make us stand up and listen
It’s the colonial condition
Illiterate rhymes, samples, re-recorded, regurgitated and never educating
The young as to where this music came
But until we are free…
Things will always BE..B.E.T
The same
Brothers professing, consumed by who got game
Women in tuned with hair do’s and fame
While our children are educated by societies diluted medium
That forever makes us walk blind with shame
But until we are free…
We will continue to drive…
Drive into concrete walls
With our escalades on 22”s
With our closets filled with thousands of shoes
While we blame every man, woman, child and Jew
The truth is we have the power to choose…
Choose the road that our children can walk on with pride
Where we can lift our heads up high
A road that we can truly say that we’ve tried
A road depicting success and freedom at no mans expense
But until we are free…
We will forever deny…
Deny ourselves of the Royalty we are
The knowledge, wisdom, and strength that resides inside
But if we never try to live…
Without…
The extensions of oppression
and begin to pay attention
Then until we are free…
We will forever be…
Pretentious, unconscious, mediocre slaves
Ruled by self indoctrinated oppression!
