Warrior Soldier Su' 17
I've walked bookoo roads
and slain plenty mics
I've seen too many brothers
turn from men to mice
bang a couple of bars
and they swear their nice
expecting all the glory
without paying the price
you know
the blood,
sweet,
and tears,
the lost of fallen peers;
crooked shots from cops
that frequent our blocks
cause we haven't learned
to stop slanggin' them rocks
stop falling for all these gov't plots
slavery didn't end
they just changed the name
took away the shackles
and chained up our brains
to faithfully believe
what they conspired to conceive
written in books
before they taught us to read
gave us the bible
before they taught us to succeed
in a community created by
rapist,
killers,
and thieves
kilt the natives with alcohol and diease
what the f&*k you mean
we came from kings and queens
didn't teach us that
when we studied in public schools
taught us that we came from slaves
you know the rules
castrated and lynched
by the judge and the bench
laws wasn't written for us to comprehend it
no pretending
Tulsa Oklahoma was for vengeance
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Warrior Soldier Su' 17
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