We've been deprived of our essence
Their whips were the sentence
Death came at no expense
Negro was the term
A fruit of the same lips that erased what we had
Changed our ways to reflect their own
A culture disowned..
The brave fought back while others just got on their knees
Siding with the ones nurtured to a killing spree
There is so much they don't want you to see
They smile but it's the scariest facade
They pick targets on our backs
Cripple our nations financial stability
Dept traps, testing all our leaders credibility
Colonial times never left the stage
Only found a better veil
We slave on our own soil
Their luxuries feed on our toil
Back then we were named Moors
They then tagged us coloured, the age of the negro
Only it never left the stage
Just found a better veil
The Moors built castles in their lands
They don't want our past exploits on our lands
They always trying to rob us of our past
They want us to believe them superior
A war of the mind, a puppeteer at work..
♣Redd
