First 48 (Freedom Rap)

Black History rap is black rap in the making If you know my roots, you know the ground is ever shaking Mr. Pendulum, always good, never fake'n Bounce right back to being black, never braking What do you call a brother back against the wall My skin ain't frail, may break the color of the law If I fall believe they coming for you all In the back of the lac, no facial covers here involved Skip to my Lou, these people want to see you tied up Locked in a cage, calling it rage because you rise Minis to what, I'm just a product of my bloodline Taking what's mine, don't let them turn you on your own kind Standing in line, separated from the 1 time Wasn't my crime, but the painter was soo color blind Back of my mind, Martin Luther on the frontline Civil with the rights Took a stand for black and whites They taking power from my people But still I rise Threw them shackles on my hands But still I rise Thought I'd break from the hurt But still I rise Threw my name in the dirt But still I rise Shot my mans in the back But still I rise Filled my streets up with crack But still I rise They tried to hold me back But still I rise An institution lyes devised to cover up lies Black history rap is politicing with no cap But if I snap they'll probably hang me on a map Poetry flowing like I got it on tap Serving you life behind bars of freedom rap Let it be known, I had the clan at my home Burning crosses, not for Christ Hold up, fear on the phone Stop the beefing and complaining about what vax I'm on When Emmett Till lost his life because his color was strong Through the blood shed and tears, there's a reason I'm here My people fought for equal rights Let me make myself clear My skin is about the same flavour as juice Darker berries, sweeter cherries, but you still throwing duece No more creeping through the haze Now the onus on me Put your fist in the air for the right to be free I gotta love for the streets and a college degree May throw me down to the ground But still I rise They taking power from my people But still I rise Threw them shackles on my hands But still I rise Thought I'd break from the hurt But still I rise Threw my name in the dirt But still I rise Shot my mans in the back But still I rise Filled my streets up with crack But still I rise They tried to hold me back But still I rise An institution lyes devised to cover up lies Free at last, free at last Thank God Almighty, we are free at last