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Slaves

Start the countdown man...

 

Brotha Dee

where you see me

in  your periphery

I'm comin

gotta address 

the regress

write this summons

this aint no love joint

perfume on pulse points

not even symphonic

im tired of seeing young warriors

gettin jacked up

cracked up

shit is chronic

lemme twist the cap off this bomb

and pour some ebonics

I be

the rehab 

usin lyrical jabs

get em off the streets

and hooked on phonics

young blood

what is a hood but fabric pulled over your eyes

you puttin us in a time warp

too many bodies 2 sort

seen too damn many die

martin luther king boulevard

in every major city is a lie

I have a dream

stop the screams 

of single mothas watchin

their sons die

black rose being choked

by black weeds that sprout

retracing our slave routes

back 2 st louis senegal

two by two

black men in chains  walkin single file

got the community

down on its knees

being resold into slavery

portugese style

shit 

goree islands house of slaves

was built by a family of afro french

i.e.

that stench

you smell is black sellin out black in a pinch

cant even use a pipe wrench

so much black blood is leakin

got old folks 

givin up hope 

scared as shit at they front wondow  peepin

if jesus came 2 the hood 

he would be a victim of a random assault

cops would say

you came 2 hell 2 pray

messiah its your fault

fact is nobody cares young blood

only yourself you can save

survival of the fittest

ghetto get the shit list

in the home of the brave

you aint a player

you being played

thinkin you are free

but mentally 

still a slave

 

quantify rap lyrics 

thinkin you fit 2 pull a trigga

qualify on play station three

oh now you a nut nigga

im gettin sick of the smell 

of cordite

on summer nights

punk azz youngboys 

quick to fright 

afraid to fist fight

right 

and wrong you aint bein taught

bred by a 

livin dead father

the system already branded and bought

a reprieve

from manhood  fuckin bucks 

just livin 2 bred

 

rap sheet long as lebrons sleeve

revolutionaries

in the black judiciary

line up we got throats 2 squeeze

become a better father

or you fodder

no longer breathe

you fuckin disease

single mothas

Brother Dee aint tryin 2 romance you

trance you

or hit it and quit

this diatribe 

is 4 the evil vibes you cachin from

that young son in yo crib

talkin straight shit

disrespectin 

women he should be protectin

thinkin brain

is oral sex after he get an erection

silly philly

thinkin he can hit a target shootin sideways

gettin played 

by a system designed 2 retrace

our black roots back 2 black slaves

in the home of the brave

 

penetentiaries 

this centuries

holding cells

got 20 acres of land

I got strong young niggaz 2 sell

makin betta criminals 

education minimal

wastin lives like spent semen

dont direspect allah

when you sold 4 the demon

come out with a brand 

from the man

ex con

in a position

4 the final mission

break the black family bond

scorch the hood with napalm

been witness 

2 the dirty business

from birth

with the curse 

kill the blackyouth.com

mommas cryin

the preachers reading the psalms

own a funeral home

you cop plenty of money 2 save

everybody but the community benefittin

from coffin fittin

retracing the slave

in the home of the brave

 

I got a young daughter

be soon lookin for a potential king

young blood what can you bring

when you earned your doctorate

from attica and sing sing

not a damn thing

so see you i gotta check off

until you see the light

learned too much 

I aint gotta be in sight

2 turn yo day 2 night

I wanna help you but you gotta come real

I believe in you 

shit i will present your appeal

but here is the deal

what you know 

I taught

what you resell

I first bought

but I never got caught 

a higher elevation i sought

so now I represent 

got enuf knowledge 2 be president

and it started right here

the streets kept callin

and I stopped livin in fear

the year

1987  to be exact

otherwise known as the year philly cracked

here is the fact

from a king  young prince

the shit you talkin dont make sense

you tryin 2 teach an old dawg new tricks

but tricks are 4 kids 

and worthless men with roamin dicks

always got a second chance

aint no final descision been made

unless you choose 2 be resold as a slave

in the so called home of the brave

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