Oct 04, 2005 15:04
How can we be saved if we’re already in Hell
Enslaved but still expected to prevail
We fail too poor no money for bail
Eviction notices sent in the mail
Sistahs bodies for sale
But in tha mornin’ they lain out cold and pale
White dude did it, cops say no trail
But if a brotha they be willin’ to kill
Look at us so much maybe we jus abnormal and have a tail
Slavery erased, gone with no trace
No memorial to replace the tragedy
Yet so many casualties, no more bargain pleas
Got you on your knees, beat you till burn then freeze
Plant some ki’s, a knife, a gun, and some stolen car keys
But it was “self-defense,…he attacked me”
The chief nods and agrees, they’re pleased
But my belongings seized, put in orange attire with sounds of keys
Which are sounds of freedom, back to Hell.