Co$$ (Cashus King) - Black Liberation Theology - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

18.11.2014

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Black Liberation Theology… The real god is me (Taking me back) Breaking breads, rolling reefers I pledge allegiance, my brother’s keepers I say my vows and take a bow These nouns and vowels, create the sound A lover’s thesis Jesus, Buddha, Moses - teachers ‘Bout theology, for life ecology My physiology is black But not as black as my philosophy (Hey!) ‘Til my casket is in the grave I amass knowledge of self I spell my ‘African’ with a “K” I feel terrific, quite lifted In this Anglo-Saxon, wrapped in white privilege Follow yourself, or follow your wealth And swallow the shame These crackers trying to segregate The college debates from fathers that hate For mothers that discriminate I got no hatred for these brothers that assimilate Just disappointed Racist pigs, raid your crib with pistols pointed (Hey!) Go bake some cookies, with your civil ass Scary brothers, watch the upper rape the middle class Black Theology, amass these sermons Broken schools, private prisons, tax burdens Racist politicians, that rape the power system Homicidal homophobics, but they call it Christian Defined as God the blindest fraud But they call it vision Get caught with dope And now your mama got to call the prison Black Liberation Theology Politicians raping economy Knowing the devil lies, the real god is Me Separate the fake from real artistry ‘Cuz I rap my soul, I do it honestly I got the pure, I’m the coke connect I got the cure I’m the pharmacy I’m a father’s seed, mother’s son Half-friend, half kin Stripped me from my motherland American, African Back again like I never left Can’t break me down, I got metal flesh This intellect, with the ghetto-ness This introspect, with the retrospect No disrespect, you don’t know a ‘G’ Your shit is rap, this is poetry This chivalry, and benevolence I never choke, I never flinch Go bake some brownies, if you scared to fight This is me, for my beliefs, I’m prepared to die We all born king, and in my sleep A California Dream We all born with wings, but some of these fools is scared to fly! I got a Tony for you acting men Tell ‘em African is black again Go bake some cookies, with your civil ass Scary brothers, watch the upper rape the middle class Black Theology, amass these sermons Broken schools, private prisons, tax burdens Racist politicians, that rape the power system Homicidal homophobics, but they call it Christian Defined as God the blindest fraud But they call it vision Get caught with dope And now your mama got to call the prison Black Liberation Theology Black Liberation Theology Black Liberation Theology Devil lies, the real god is me I do it honestly
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