My country tears of we
Da sour land of sad liberty
I see and sing
where my forefather's died
as Africans stood in pride
against supremacy
dat no-longer hidez
My Country of struggling soul
on da streets of hollow cold
in tis poverty da system has mold
taken, beaten and sold
like chep labor as awareness grow
living in tis country of a-me-ri-ka
feeling da harash racism blow
Fighting da waves of mental slavery
in my country of doubts and maybe's
i see and sing
to someday let our people ring
ring in freedom from tis cage
to stop self bitterness and silly rage
against black on black crime
I've watch how we now dying
forgetting to rise and become da great shine
for my people surely it's tyme
to teach our inner troops
these be our very own youth
we no longer da spook of poof
raising da bars through da roof
In my country of hardship & pain
that hurts and leave a bloody stain
making us as people not use our brain
yet we not willing to make our change
to move on and mark our claim
as i see and sing is my aim
not wit da gun of bang)) bang))
but da mind of unity as united we sang
My Un-justice league of false hero's
is nothing more then what was told
they don't teach our history
as our future is now so bleep
in these crazy unworthy streets
youth on da rise inside state cells
pitted in danger and harm forth they dewell
like rotten fruitz in amerika 's funky smell
when will we come from under there spell
O' how i wanna stand upon da pride rock
but da system supremacy set on lock
so at war i tote my glot
ready to fight and take back my spot
as one of the true KINGZ from da motherland
O' yes our dear but hurting Africa
so in da battle i quiz my mind as i pop
i see and sing, refuse to rot
mentally i jock and jock my aim high
in my country i tell u no lie
let's RIDE !
Da sour land of sad liberty
I see and sing
where my forefather's died
as Africans stood in pride
against supremacy
dat no-longer hidez
My Country of struggling soul
on da streets of hollow cold
in tis poverty da system has mold
taken, beaten and sold
like chep labor as awareness grow
living in tis country of a-me-ri-ka
feeling da harash racism blow
Fighting da waves of mental slavery
in my country of doubts and maybe's
i see and sing
to someday let our people ring
ring in freedom from tis cage
to stop self bitterness and silly rage
against black on black crime
I've watch how we now dying
forgetting to rise and become da great shine
for my people surely it's tyme
to teach our inner troops
these be our very own youth
we no longer da spook of poof
raising da bars through da roof
In my country of hardship & pain
that hurts and leave a bloody stain
making us as people not use our brain
yet we not willing to make our change
to move on and mark our claim
as i see and sing is my aim
not wit da gun of bang)) bang))
but da mind of unity as united we sang
My Un-justice league of false hero's
is nothing more then what was told
they don't teach our history
as our future is now so bleep
in these crazy unworthy streets
youth on da rise inside state cells
pitted in danger and harm forth they dewell
like rotten fruitz in amerika 's funky smell
when will we come from under there spell
O' how i wanna stand upon da pride rock
but da system supremacy set on lock
so at war i tote my glot
ready to fight and take back my spot
as one of the true KINGZ from da motherland
O' yes our dear but hurting Africa
so in da battle i quiz my mind as i pop
i see and sing, refuse to rot
mentally i jock and jock my aim high
in my country i tell u no lie
let's RIDE !
wonderful, real to the core piece poet.
