Momma

K Dot said I ain’t know shit till I came back home
That resonates because this place I’ve known Still feel like the Matrix
My eyes in Zion but my body can feel they veil draping
Slowly but surely pull it back and witness amazement
The end of all of my comfort
The beginning of my action coming to fruition as I done verbs
The time for talk is over
So
Pray to your Jehovah cuz salvation isn’t rain but the locust
They already see us as plauge in the focus
So why not?
I got fam doing mandos tryna buy back they block
I hear they buzzing from channels we watch
Regurgitate our pain, we react to they plot
But not enough for them to say niggas organized
They dance carrots as we foot race an orbit of lies
Round and round does the merry move
But the world stops when we take one of they own to a burial
The proof is in action
I put it on my last Curtis Jackson deferment of tactics is based more in fear than kumbaya chatting Magna cum laudes of black skin still receiving blastings
Don’t be deceived that you lacking
That’s a tune they need, To stay insured like Geckos
Chameleons all blending with the chamber of echos
Repeating what you see can bring you peace
But too much peace is further proof that the beast, Got they jaw locked
And trust me if you not at all shocked you not asleep
You wide awake at they terrors
I pray for any black trans woman walking off they terrace
In the land of my mother where they murder aint cause better
Natured niggas
To show they witcha
Support they sisters
Our blood has boiled to the point we sporting blisters
Our blood has boiled to the point we sporting blisters
But here’s the switch up
They still taking knocks at my space
How you gon say this aint an occupied place, All while the murders ran commissioner told us that “we blocking our faith”
And yeah he right, But thats not in Allah or Yahweh
Rather,
The fact our rebellion is a sacred gift
Since the first stone left a bloody Haitian fingertip
They gave subjugation to makes us think our rage is primitive
That our sages merely words when they was really sinking ships
Gotta think about who you really is
And if this is the life you wanna really live
Iont handshake with the jakes
Handshake with a snake
Handshake with the state
For every dead black body there’s an assembly line waiting in place
Tryna blow up the factory ‘fore another erased
Bow our heads as we covet for grace
Bow our heads as we covet for grace
Make em feel some things they can never replace
Mufucka