Makin me wanna holla
Where r my divine scholars
Workin breakin there backs
Gotta make money
Pay Caesar
Instead save ur stacks
Too many displaced peoples
Treated unequal
Unjust, in the Most High We TRUST
Have no fear
Walkin in this valley of the shadows of death
RESPECT our lives
Empty pockets
Modern day EGYPT
BABYLON!
Hellish marathons!
Heaven taken by force! I want a divorce from this wicked land!
My people are like the sands of the deserts
We are the survivors
Descendants of slaves
So brave! But how brave must we be,
Oh burdens have mercy on me!
Sleeves pulled up
Plenty of elbow grease
Sneaks laced, fighting in the ghettos for something to eat...crumbs!
Callin us bums
In the slums, eyes open, hopin we make it!
Watch yo back! Prrrrrrat! Prrrrrrat! Is all we hear innocent blood spilled on the concrete
wheres the love between us?