Bang On Da System (Poem)
Bang On Da System
I simmer in the pain of death.
I ain't dead yet.
Globally Afrikans live in recession.
From cradle to grave,
Niggas walking around with Obama blinders on
Like all is good, 'n we were never slaves.
Master still fucking us masked in black face.
My enemy's enemy is an ally
New World Order elitists really don't give a fuck about race.
There are still some subordinate fascist pale face
Who thinks that's the case.
‘N if any cracker should step
I vow to wipe them out
As smoothly as I take a breath.
You can kill a revolutionary
The essence of revolution transcends death.
So neither fear nor fret,
For revolution is my reparations 'n my salvation.
So I won't rest until the last mouth is fed
'N all Afrikans are free.