- Mar 19, 2001
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The day of independance is a lie
I hold out my hands to show the
travels of deadened souls
tributaries on my palms that holds my history whole
fingertips emanating a master hating
pulsar, strong enough to blow bull...sh..yt to the stars
and have nebulas scrubbing their skin
it's a sin that while colonialists fought for their freedom
we had to fight to see the sun
dark days left shadows on all of us
from the African to the native americans after columbus
but they couldn't hang so our skin was the one that
sang the song of broken flesh
flogged beyond recognition they tried to break us
but our spirit never left
keeping us singing songs about being free/
it's a **** shame now cause brothers singin songs
about not being free/ fronting on wax for contracts/
enslaved so they don't misbehave and start talking real sense
so they give them cents/
to hypnotize the masses
now the blind fiend for diamond encrusted teeth and 500 dollar glasses
yet still can't see that
the 4th of july is a
lie
so while all of you are setting off fireworks
and sparklers, this day my soul tends to get a little darker
flag waving black folks have always
confused me / they may as well
be washing the feet of miss liberty/
lost in "his stories" translation /misunderstanding
that this is a day of elation
this day did nothing but illuminate our plight
the day they kept us enslaved while for their freedom,
they decided to fight...
(c) 2007 blakverb " a quk write"
I hold out my hands to show the
travels of deadened souls
tributaries on my palms that holds my history whole
fingertips emanating a master hating
pulsar, strong enough to blow bull...sh..yt to the stars
and have nebulas scrubbing their skin
it's a sin that while colonialists fought for their freedom
we had to fight to see the sun
dark days left shadows on all of us
from the African to the native americans after columbus
but they couldn't hang so our skin was the one that
sang the song of broken flesh
flogged beyond recognition they tried to break us
but our spirit never left
keeping us singing songs about being free/
it's a **** shame now cause brothers singin songs
about not being free/ fronting on wax for contracts/
enslaved so they don't misbehave and start talking real sense
so they give them cents/
to hypnotize the masses
now the blind fiend for diamond encrusted teeth and 500 dollar glasses
yet still can't see that
the 4th of july is a
lie
so while all of you are setting off fireworks
and sparklers, this day my soul tends to get a little darker
flag waving black folks have always
confused me / they may as well
be washing the feet of miss liberty/
lost in "his stories" translation /misunderstanding
that this is a day of elation
this day did nothing but illuminate our plight
the day they kept us enslaved while for their freedom,
they decided to fight...
(c) 2007 blakverb " a quk write"