Put the chains back on dem niggers
And reload them on the boats
Let them sail for 9 months long
Until they lose all hope
Chain them back together
Make them march one by one
Place them in a small 2ft space
And shield them from the sun
Put chains around their ankles
And chains around their head
Tie them to each other, and whip them
Till they openly beg for death
I'd rather see it this way
Then what I'm seeing now
Blacks dying from drugs, money, colors and shit
Is this what it's all about?
So give Bill O' Reilly a whip
A horse and a piece of land
If I'm going to see the death and destruction of my people
I'd rather it be at someone else's hand
No food, no clothes, no choices
& most of all no love
We must be starved of everything
To restore us to what we was
It won't be until we have nothing
That we seek the beauty in each other
When a sister was a sister regardless
And we were taken care of by our brothers
So if we need those chains again
With all the sorrow and the pain
It maybe worth another 400yrs
To have black unity again
No comments:
Post a Comment