My American Prayer

Metzger! Farrahakan! Yup we got it going on. Race in the mix
and the melting pot's hot! Well, I don't know where you're at,
but I know where I've always been: Downset at the bottom with
my underclass freedom. The birth of this nation, birth of the
systematic jack, from land grab to whips across black's back.
No progress money means more humanity less, nothing done
changed in this land of soaked bloodshed. Liberty only to an
economic few, patriarchal tradition to economically gaffle you
fool. Racism? Guilty! Thievery? Guilty! Sexisme? Guilty!
Executed traditionally. Living in the shadow of five centuries
misery, homie blind forced in your game choked equality. Why
am I gonna be like that? Why must I pack that vocal gat,
because off the blood of humanity your pockets are getting
fat? This is America the hatefull! I'm gonna be down to live
this protest! I'm gonna be down to die this protest! America
better check itself before it wrecks itself, because differen-
ces seem to be bad for its health. Black! White! Yellow!
Brown! Christian and Muslim! Heterosexual! Homosexual! All
want to get some. Democrat! Republican! They putting that work
in, Aryan nation! 5% nation! Native American wants division.
Man's diversity is American's biggest enemy! Niggas! Woods!
And ese's stifled with apathy. Standing strong like a soldier,
struggling like a soldier, taking bullets of hatred watching
my soul get colder. Circumstances dance on interracial roman-
ce, separatist fist bomb on this love at first chance. America