Lyrics:
Went to school in African-american studies
Once he had a picture taken with Adam Clayton Powell
She said her father looked like Woodrow Wilson
She
the diaspora to be joyous
We all
We all
Wanna be
Young Americans
And she said
We all
We all
Wanna be
Young Americans
And she said
You got it all
You got it all
I'm with got warrants
America's brown and
Twenty years from now
Every town will be brown and Latin
Or African, look at Manhattan
I'ma tell you what
it's a mystery
Really should be brothers united against the industry
The Africans' diaspora scatter at shattered history
The game missing me; rap is
it's a mystery
Really should be brothers united against the industry
The Africans diaspora scatter at shattered history
The game missing me, rap is so
the first day
And don't understand why a nigga got an AK
Callin' me an African-American
Like everything is fair again, shit
Devil, you got to get the shit
America's brown
And twenty years from now every town will be brown
And Latin or African, look at Manhattan
I'ma tell you what I seen with my three eyes
Word
Security against my
Homeboys securin' me
Chained brains diaspora coming after
The same idea of the United States of Africa
Bering Strait before Palin
Africa
Unified especially in the minds of Diaspora
Slums to the village, Townships to the gritty core
To refugee camps and lands plagued by war
Youth
cowards
For example, I know this rich Nigerian
Powerful American that's proud to be an African
He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin' trapped
confronting the Negro community will only be solved by
federal programs involving billions of dollars”.
Reparations
for African Americans
are essential
if we
me
Telling me to turn off Nintendo n go study
Study hard to be a doctor or a judge
Pretty much pick a profession that I don't love
It's all love so I
Powerful American that's proud to be an African
He asked me why do all us brothers be gettin trapped
I told him I'd explain it broke it down in a rap
of the white book
Crook is what they cook and believe me
I believe in god the father but write it down
In your bb study note book
My lord is African
Murungu
Not
progressing in the system
And was set up as a pariah because I was white
I was judged for sleeping with an
African American girl cause I was white
Fuck boys,
215
21 pound
Uh
I'm not a typical arrogant American on prescribed medicine
I'm sick as I ever been
Rollin' out of the dealership
Benjamin Banneker born on November 9th, 1731
Was a free African-American almanac author
Surveyor, landowner and farmer
Who had knowledge of mathematics
of understanding, they want to six feet that
'Cause we black, i mean colored, or african-american
Whatever the hell it was before that, well hello, it's here again
Governments lie all the time well
Not just the American
Government, it's just in the
Nature of governments well, they have
To lie and since they
boy you're just a faker
Name one city "Uhh, Jamaica!"
Wrong, and I think that's a shame
An African look with an American name
You might fool others
toward men
I continued on my rejection of the region I'd grown up in
I was not solely into African-American studies
I saw the biggest black leaders
Of a deceased warrior born
On the African Plains
I am the myst after the rain
Before modern to makeshift
With the great gift
The ability to shapeshift
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