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letra de intifada - theebmansa

conceived in ’89 and i was born a militant
since the womb i’ve had this godly discipline
i was marked for death
assigned to a s-d-stic prison
handicapped by the leviathan
subjective to his henchmen
with no chance of absolution for me and the akan
children of the guillotine
there’s no way that we can stand
what has been given to us
falsely branded by a system we cannot ever completely trust
it is us, not them, with sticks who get the short end
rape victims in an alleyway
they f-ck us, and they leave us for dead
now let us count up the tally since before the world wars
we’ve been disposable peoples falling down by all forces
while we lose our forces that are there to protect us
from those who seek to harm us since birth
a curse for our souls
oh god would you please have mercy on us
shower our souls with fire
and let this all just burn

do what you must to murder me
my soul is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna
do what you must to murder me
my soul is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna
my community is ready to respond in all progression
we aren’t our ancestors
i’ll use more than this pen as a weapon
if i turn the other cheek, i’m clapping in front of the reverend
a soul witness
you’ll bear witness to the insurrection
i’m speaking truth to power
in their faces i refuse to cower
i holla intifada
by any means i’ll shake this off
there’s no appeasing to the nature of wicked men
their boot has been on our neck
removal must begin
you can have faith in the second coming
but don’t idle under the sun
how can yah intervene when your hands got no work done
yet the house of hades has no authority morally
in the shadows you can’t hide
remove the facade
the veil is slowly lifting
time to sift them
we’re aware of who you are
you’re the enemies of mankind
a river of blood flows from the tears of mother’s
cries of war from the souls of father’s
you’ll pay for your sins of slaughter
do what you must to murder me
my spirit is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna
do what you must to murder me
my spirit is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna

let brotherly love overcome our depression
panther might, we rise, orishas peep the ascension
dreaming afternoon, i project to the spiritual dimension
communal gathering, devils readily despise the awakening
they are eager to put me in a box, if not slain in the street
minding my own, they creep to put me into a deep sleep
but they can’t control my existence
i breathe resistance
with a cord around my neck is how i was born
breathed my first breath and no soul mourned
the praises sparked the attention of the beast
day one he seeks to make us his feast
parental’s fear the day when the child speak
the more man he is , the more of a threat he becomes
lion’s separate the young from the adult
the future gets snuffed out, unprovoked
bodies lifeless without organs
agendas opposite of morgan and morgan
confined to reservations, if not in cages
soon to come judgement day is
woe to them who harm the children of god
do what you must to murder me
my soul is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna
do what you must to murder me
my soul is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna
do what you must to murder me
my spirit is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna
do what you must to murder me
my spirit is infinite
i’ll rest with the rest of the prophets in janna

- theebmansa

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