Bang, Bang The Price Of Freedom Is Death Author Jacqueline Amos Representation of a Revolution is now enforced. Economics dilemma, capitalistic dysfunctions, racial hatred. Don’t need no praise from the Universe, don’t need no pat on the back. My skin is black who gives a ***--, there will be no more segregation, White powder is not racist green is the Benjamin’s I enforce. My monuments taste of blood, there is no heritage that I employ, Fake as revolution I can’t cry no dam more. Living in the Projects Condominiums, robot patrolling my establishments. The Universe had its chance, now watch me work. A cult that fears no man, black masses of cowardly reform, Still pouring dirty water out the masters door. How the hell you going to tell me reform, when you can’t say hello to your sister next door, mama baby daddy maybe, father running like a scared chicken, failure to pay his child support. I got a plan recognize tired of a revolution that don’t exists, My solution may not fit, so jump back into the womb and play dead. A coward dies a thousand times but a brave man dies once. There’s no respect for authorities the thieves that pay my rent, Undercover collaborators that wears the same color as me. I am moving up the corporate ladder, thieves that have no conscious, Diamonds that says I wear the order of this land. I ride in my big limousine, I wear the blink, blink , upon my chest. I fight for unity of self. There is no apology for the trick analogy, that man refuse to play its role, I am not afraid to dye the price of freedom is death. I am the holder of the wipe, I sing no anthem song. You had the chance, So don’t cry of the image you clone. Let the children of the future speak. The seed you sow is the seed you know don't cry for the youth when you can't lead self.