Letter to Sacco & Vanzetti

[Intro: Phantom] Uh huh You already know what time it is man Enlightenment I’ma keep it real though It’s time to live and learn Learn from the past So we can move on [Verse 1: Phantom] Aye yo Nicola and Bart, lemme start from the heart Apart from this form of art, you’ve made me wanna depart From the states, our fate hasn’t really been great here And I fear the jeers are just becoming much more endeared This ain’t right, but people might just be a bunch of fucking pranksters And America’s blind, in they mind, we just gangsters Who eat pizza and pasta, and bump Frank Sinatra I gotcha, I gotta end this shit it’s de nada Fuck Prada, there’s a lotta folks who joke that’s us And thus, I must discuss getting thrown under the bus I ain’t got no trust for the media, they misleading ya Our culture dies, while they tell lies on expedia It’s gotten to me, but ya see life ain’t glee For so many in this land, let’s touch the sand of Capri That’s the key, we gotta flee this place and go back home And own our lives, it’s time to rise and make that known From my dome, I spit this poem in remembrance of thee The pair that met the chair so all Italians could be free Let’s agree, till the end, the cops, they hopped to expend They power, by the hour we would just defend our friends And it makes no sense, hence it’s why I’m so fucking tense History’s covered up, are we stuck with no defense? It’s time I rhyme to educate these fucking people They perceptions is lethal, only weapons of evil [Bridge: Phantom] Is this what I am? A victim of America’s hand? Is this who we are? Buffoons that don’t go that far? I think not, and I know I got to teach these kids And rid the U.S. of all its hateful bids It starts with us, we must use our minds And find a way to better all mankind [Verse 2: Phantom] Growing up, I never did much care for being white Cause I was treated with smite, and plus my skin wasn’t light I’m just tan as hell, I fell victim alright To the views they choose, and all the stereotypes I didn’t know my culture, but seen em vulture my people Just a sequel of the past, at last I know I’m not equal Man they fucked us, I cuss cause we ain’t got shit back We got jacked, to be exact, the same happened to the blacks Now think about that, as you get screwed in my shoes And get bruised, we lose paying the white man’s dues This is the world of mine, and it’s curled, that’s a sign That’s telling me to climb, see you on Palatine [Outro: Phantom] That was my letter to Sacco and Vanzetti I know they resting in paradise After a fucked up life I mean they ain’t even get a fair trial That’s fucked up But, we living on for them and teaching America About the past So we can heal the wounds, and move on Peace