400 Years

I'm passing God's conception Approaching near the land deception Adjust the mirror, in my rearview I see reflection At times my highways lead to bleak direction So I seek confession speaking to beats I call it resurrection cause I got my soul back Some call me pro black Really I'm just playing my part I could've sold crack It's not for me My old man thought of prophecy Kwame Nkrumah's vision live in my odyssey for real But not your Homer in Greek mythology Akin devise schemes to conquer this trickology The time is now to forsake the faking I'm freedom in the making God's kitchen chef rock a frigid apron Ayo, For 400 years we shed tears And when it's death among peers we poor beers but now what Just look what the world made me, enslaved me But at the end what the fuck is gonna save me? Ayo, For 400 years we shed tears And when it's death among peers we poor beers but now what Just look what the world made me, enslaved me But at the end what the fuck is gonna save me? My pulse quickening as my heart became a simile I drift into the reaches of self, I felt panicky Hoping for anarchy, liberation from this insanity Tears running down my cheek hit the canopy Wall of self doubt, shout scream and wail At the pain coursing through my being I'm in a hell of thought Caught between a rock and hard place My personal space violated catching a case I can even taste the bittersweet smell of defeat I'm feeling the heat of blood running down in the street Then look where I stand My shadow is the trace of a man That endured the hardships, formulating a plan Ayo, For 400 years we shed tears And when it's death among peers we poor beers but now what Just look what the world made me, enslaved me But at the end what the fuck is gonna save me? Ayo, For 400 years we shed tears And when it's death among peers we poor beers but now what Just look what the world made me, enslaved me But at the end what the fuck is gonna save me? System ridiculous they fabricate lies now I'm sick of this Like people with syphilis still trying to cripple this will Revolution rap attack Pope Nicholas, chill, don't ever tell me that Lies, they try to sell me that I can't afford it Your evolution get aborted Let it be known I don't condone thrones in Rome Call it prejudice, I sever this mic with a poem Folks will hate to see this and mercenaries out for Jesus Live from the pearly white gates about to squeeze Is godly bad? Confederate flags I'm held hostage No forty acres and mule abused profits No forty acres and mule abused profits I'm breaking these shackles they got me chained away from my liberty Look at the history how they treated us through the centuries Like inanimate animals only given annual holidays Representin' hardships we endure today That's not enough, what the fuck we getting comfortable now Looking like clowns while industry is taking our crowns And tarnishing our soul Trading our worth for platinum and gold Our souls are undersold, for what? Semiprecious pieces of metal value changing with time Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise Open your eyes we need to rise