Black Trek IV - The Voyage Home

Intro/Chorus: Ninety-two! The rebel comes back I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so won't you go home I wanna go home, so won't you please go home I wanna go home, so nigga go home Verse One: Yo, it's burning in Paris, Demaris, the madness, I've had this The sadness, even Gladys, lost her Pips It means it's time to make a trip to Johannesburg I don't care -- what the word is about Cause my history has to spout From all over the land while I eat some trout Cause America, my motherland ain't hearing ya If I can catch her, Thatcher damn I'll use my Derringer Political polls calls for death tolls, bullet holes Wolves in the fold The sum can't be greater than the whole But many have died -- died while they cried Pearl Harbord ninety-two, that's the idea I mean Port Natal it's right there The revolution won't be televised this time The schematics draw from the mind Besides physical we need mental fighters For the destruction of the vipers The coffee without the sugar and the cream is too strong And we're back where we belong Chorus Verse Two: The winners, legends or beginners Get on the scene and then they turn into sinners Yes they say they're a born again christian Read a bible but they're really on a mission That's hostile so sing your gospel Check the region of the first man fossil Plain truth embedded in hieroglyphics The specifics of american civics get real sticky Rap has put it back on track With hard core conscious rap But magazine fiends aim for the gut What should I do? Keep my mouth shut? Hell no! The editor scandal predator Hip-Hop predator racist pig etcetera Political henchmen why you never mention Is it because you're trying to save your pension? A lot of power and strength locked away in prison Yeah yellow journalism cause we delete love And push the word in our songs And we're back where we belong Chorus Verse Three: We need some kind of power, some kind of skill Keep one FB-I/eye open cause you know they wanna kill us Cause we're dangerous to their plan We rule the whole damn land Basketball, baseball, music, TV, movies, even art But they're smart Somehow makes us fight among ourselves Place pictures of our prophets upon their shelves They kill this, kill that one, paid us to kill him Such a bright future now looks dim But the empire will strike back with much more than a rap How're you gonna react I once said burn the plueprints on the counterattack to redeem Causer racial peace is our dream But it's a dream we have that won't come true We've been talking peace for a few Black is not, it never left I don't need no beads placed around my chest To be considered a black man A picture of Malcolm is not on my wall He's in my heart, that's smart And then there's Uncle Toms that's partial And kids that don't know Thurgood Marshall Grab gold of reality G real strong We're going back to where we belong Chorus