The Vent Songs For...)

[Intro] (Rewound Gunshot) Wait! I'm not ready yet. There're still some things I've got to clear up. Songs For... [Verse One: Speed on the Beat] I lied about my past, threw my dudes under the bus Posted shit on the internet, portraying girls I knew as sluts Sullied my future plans, for a quick buck in the present Touched a bunch of cash, but only used to buy the flashy stuff I preached false truths, I tried to make myself look better than My fellow man, just because I'm ashamed of what lied within Let my anxiety, take control of my life and ran A million miles away, just to come back and never face the shit I never reached the promised land, I get close and then I leave I guess naivety keeps me tethered on its string I speak on how to rise thyself to a higher place of higher being But used to act as if the Supreme was not on my agenda, B I was an atheist, I was a sycophant I let my people down and sometimes I didn't say shit I tried to let it slide, until the mud started flowing over... The boulders of my soul, until it could no longer be hold Rather held, by myself, extinguished my hell Now I feel re-cleansed and I can lead you BACK from the shelf I am the help, but I'm not made to serve one man To get their wealth, when self-preservation is the only part of his plan I come in peace, because we need to understand More about the life we live before we can advance I learned this lesson early, well early enough Now I come to you all to bring along the smell of Victory, we can achieve, by simply educating Ourselves of our history, we are all the fruit of kings and queens But mainstream history, it will have you believe That Jesus Christ had blonde hair, and blacks were never anything That Jews are sneaky people, devoted to the dollar That all white people cause all of our problems We're ALL looking for our 40 acres and a mule! Now that's the type of shit they should teach in the schools Colonization through procreation of ideas of inferiority Seniority, you're boring me, get another allegory If you want to whore my people again, like a pimp, your glory Has dulled, because we, no longer, simply listen to your stories Fuck no mas, I'm pro-cause, revolutionary hippie shit Power, to devour, all your hatred, in one fell hit. Tell this, to the masters, the bastard son has re-revived himself Never an archangel, but I'll arch my back to make you stop those shells From attacking my family, bitch, your fight is with me And I will Tetsuo, if Kaneda even gets to try to see The reality that we have been blinded from for so long Venting, on my KRIT shit, boom, your time's gone This is my vent and your history is over, bitch TEAM DAR, we're the future. Fuck your scholarship! This is my vent and your history is over, bitch TEAM DAR, we're the future. Fuck your scholarship!