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Black Child ft. Synik Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2016
Lyrics
Stormattique on the beat
We struggle hard to survive hoping for better days
Life is hard, my people dying in many ways
We getting nothing but this government is getting fat
This revolution would be televised, its a fact
We gotta stand as one, we need unity
To overcome this corruption and insanity
We got a big role to play
Think about the next generation and make it a better place
But most of my brothers fighting not using their real faces
They like clowns, the labour congress, nut cases
Tryna deceive that they fighting for the masses
They fighting for their pockets, they get it, they all dancing
With the devil, my brother you should never settle
For what the devil gives, he taketh with no schedule
Now you 60-summn or 70-summn
Still in public office, you past it, stop fronting
You know the struggle of the masses
Basic amenities, Good roads, good water, quality education
It goes further, Be a lover of your people
You're not God we know, but do it just a little
I kick this verse for the black child who wanna fight
Gotta search your conscience, do you love your neighbors right?
We gotta change our attitude
God gon answer our prayers, i'm just right here dropping clues
Discoverers, architects of civilisations
In harmony with truth in tune with spiritual vibrations
Travellers following signs to other lands
Languages evolving like this hiphop that i command
Warrior tribes and nurturers
Medicine, mathematics and science you can trace em all back to us
A great people, built towers that stand still
Seem to have lost our power to guns germs and steel
When I read our history and everything that we invented
Tell me how it is that my continents indebted
Broken and poor still struggling from the heritage
Of those who pillaged the land and left it desolate
Desperate begging to neoliberal crooks
Slavery in form of debt, never clearing the books
Pawns in proxy wars for profits will never hold
How many lost their homes coz they were built over black gold
A black soul feels imprisoned from birth
Coz the whole global system built to limit your worth
So when my people started bleaching, I can’t even judge em
Coz they’ve seen over time that when theyre light is when you love them
But I question the standards of beauty that we uphold
Coz they controlled by what media decides to show
So I celebrate Danai, and I pray we raise her high
So my little sisters can know that they can fly
While Im reading Van Sertima, Anta Diop and Biko
For all my people, tryna rise until we equal
Coz this skin been feeling like a criminal offence
And this capital system got me living in this mess but we
Architects of civilisations
In harmony with truth in tune with spiritual vibrations
Travellers following signs to other lands
Languages evolving like this hiphop that i command
Wakakomberwa, mwana mutema
Une basa, wakakosha iwe
Wakakomberwa, mwana mutema
Une basa, wakakosha iwe
Ganda rako harina kutukwa
Ganda rako harina kutukwa