Ain't Right, Pt. 2

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Welcome to the cookout
White man leave yo shit out
Us aliens come in peace
Until we have to pull that piece out
Now Peace out
I'm riffing
These meds got me tripping
Welcome to the cookout
Lemme take you to the kitchen
Open ya mouth and speak
Yo momma raise you right
Oh yo daddy
You know we ain't have those in our life
We had a caddy
With spins and rims to wipe the dust
We had a speaker
You know that thissa music is a must
I am ya teacher
So first, beware of my intent
I'm not too deep in all that violence
But trust I'm with the shits
I got a question
It's solid
Curious as a George
When U was in the S
What you enslave my people for
You is a b
It stands
Alone for the broken
A battered kind of people
Who used the tune of hopeless
You came to the shores
The west when it was poppin
Made deals with our rulers
So there could be no stoppin
I am pissed
A king
And not the one with dreams
Before I was a slave
I ruled all Europeans
I confess
Yes I was the best
No stress
I taught the world cal
'For you could calculate ya steps
I'm in awe
I taught you how to speak, how to talk
So soon you had to crawl
I taught you how to walk
I taught you how to dress
And how it is to dance
I taught you how to act
And how to be a man
And there we made pity
Across the peaceful shores
You sold your only father
To have for us in store
Years of divide
A hatred of our own
To turn around and ask
What the hell is wrong
How you dare
Who, alone to have no clue
You wonder why he hate the boys in blue
It's true
For years we had to silence our
Initial point of view
To make you feel welcome in the room
Well here's a tablespoon of the pain
Designed to be ingrained
You left a dated scar
That will always well remain
A dash of the sorrow
Our prayers for tomorrow
And when you took our pride
We ask that we could borrow
A pinch of a plea
And what that means to me
That when you see a brother in the street
You can find the piece
Of the puzzle
That once was found in Greece
The knowledge that you stole
You haven't paid ya fee
And as I set the table
I pour a cup of blood
For you to taste the misery
Of black Christ up above
For he is the example
Of a man with pigmentation
Judged by the system
While innocently waiting
On a chance
Of freedom
And then in the kitchen
Look at all the people that is missing
Prayers to brothers
And sisters
Whom had to lay to rest
I know that you had lived your fucking life to the best
Welcome to the cookout
Before you get putout
I'd like to fill you in one thing
First, black is the constant
The color of the sky
Black is the darkest deepest soil
In yo eye
Black is the womb
From which your people born
Black is crop
Our seed we plant a mourn
Black is the room, in which you lay your head
Black is what you see when you are dead
Goodnight

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