The Last free slaves
We all Negro’s slaves to the cause
Revolution put on pause
For the death of the leaders, why we stop?
This is our life we can’t afford to drop
No more bloodshed or tears in the eye
Mommas on knees cause her baby die
Boys play with guns like toys
Girls got dolls make themselves up
Daddies not around, mind corrupt
But he failed to realize
Before he turned his eyes
To walk out the door
He a slaves to the system forever more
You can’t change the past
Blacks put you on blast
Your best friend will sail you down the road
Just cause his life is gone, house been sold
To bad we have a crab in the barrel syndrome
No matter who’s on the microphone?
Dead Prez , Nas or anyone else
They bit the bullet; they don’t care about our health
IN some way we are free, in other ways we not
Situations are high flames burn hot
Fire and Brimstone from a riot
People getting beat down, bruises can’t hide it
Police brutality
Why they smile at me
Just to get the point across
Making me say “yes Sir boss”
We in D.C.
And we still aren’t free
I refuse to lose they want to bury me
Grab the clues; flip through the news, so the truth you can see
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