Some say it’s cliché,
But I’m rebel no slave,
Had to bite the hand that I once ate from.
Wake up y’all.
Follow the way get up and create,
Or on massa’s plantation you and your dreams will stay.
Back to the motherland our own tribes, vibes, and kingdoms,
Dancing and marching to the beat of our own drum.
You mean nothing to them,
Just prey another sacrifice to debt, injury, stress, and early death,
In the back is where your body will lay.
I’m just putting this out there like water for anyone to drink,
Not specifically intended,
Just my shot in the dark.