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MOTHER LAND
Stabbing me in my back 9 inches...
Pulling it out 6 and saying you're making progress...
How do you figure?
Processing my brain to control me...
Mold me into your robotic nigga...
It's pitiful...
4hundred years ago they shackled our ankles
4hundred years later they shackled our brains...
Computer chiped our minds and got us thinking insane...
INSANITY...
Calling us apes, cavemen, and monkeys...
Now tell me...
Where's the humanity in this situation?
It's funny...
But they built projects -
Just to make money -
In forms of modern day plantations...
Got my own race escaping the fact of being Black,
But today I'm goin' take you back...
Back to nappy heads & natty dreads...
Roaming Africa with the sweet essence of nature...
And the white man hate us 'cause we're beautiful
It's ludicrous,
How society portrays beauty as being slim & white...
But what about my big Nubian queens?
See, that shit aint right...
And it seems...
That all brothers are thugs & gangstas in the white magazines
And on the TV screens...
And in the eyes of the media
Their armies are promoting "Be all that you can be..."
But brothers don't believe that shit...
A Black man has no place in the army
You better believe that shit...
Because it's true
But they don't tell you...
That nigga they want to be
But they don't tell you...
A nigga they say they're gonna be
But they don't tell you...
That being a nigga, they can
'Cause I'ma tell you right now...
NIGGA!
I'm a Black man!
See, you can rob, steal, and kill my reality...
Force me to live in a dream;
You can denounce me from my throne & take my crown
But see, I'll always be a King...
In the slums of Africa lies a white man
Pursuing his ignorance on a search for golden arches & Babylonian sands...
Stop reading those white history books
You almost took the identity of who I am...
But the answer lies in Africa,
And Africa lies in my hand...
My Motherland...
And today we're going back y'all
Tha Prodigal One...
