Fight On

Inside of this brown-skinned vessel is a soul attempting to break free

From this mindset of imprisonment

From the society that crushes my dream the moment that I envisioned it.

They won't let me out

They won't let me out!

I'm trapped in this nation

where my people make up most of the imprisoned population.

Please free me from this cage,

I thought I had to be imprisoned to be behind bars?

Guess not so I have to become a baller or musically refined star.

That's the only road I found to freedom. Even though my people used to rule masses of kingdoms.

Guess being taken from our lands were supposed to cause amnesia

Of our great rulers and replace it with black sprinters and goals at Fifa.

So I should stop and forget the 300 years of slavery and our entire continent

And give my money to a suited pale man with a combover in full confidence?

No, I won't stop until we have been fully freed.

No more plantations but how many of us have you seen succeed?

No more cotton picking

No more field niggas

But how many of our youth have you see die from these steel triggers?

Too many

Too much

We have to wake up and stop sipping that purple from those two cups.

No more cannabis and no more adderall

No more heroine and no more crack at all

Wake up from the dream you think you're living and learn of your history

So that you can create a bright future and not look at the past as a mystery.

Knowledge is power, so let's all switch the light on

Melanin adorned so let's all get together and fight on.