I rose outta of the cocoon
Before a coon tried to oppress me
Blessed from the womb
I was given knowledge
And teachings are my destiny
I drinketh from the cup of the
conscious so don't test me
My organ is a beauty
Some assume as a threat
No gun in my pocket
But already one in my neck
Old dog
New trick
Whites ain't slick
You teach us about your invasions
And enslaving
But the images of us thriving and surviving
Seemed subject
What about the caveman
I'm sick of seeing slavemen
Kunta didn't exist
Show me proof of them slaveships
9/11 had planes
Implosion as evidence
But still we believe the same thang
We idolize the whips and chains
That had us whipped and chained
We can't be what we can't see
Skin bleach
Mixed breed
This dissipation of melanin
Is a genocide caused by the pale face
