Saturday, December 7, 2013

Why celebrate black history

With heart of gold
It doesn't surprise me my people were stole
Night get cold
Backs bend by force but souls don't fold
Shoes that get along with the road
What I mean is our people marched a lot

Black is my life because it's what I am
Not by choice
Of course
But with my mouth shut I have no voice
So I choose to speak out

The lack of money doesn't bother me one bit
Caramel, peanut butter, honey, gold, mustard, cornbread
And the list goes on
If you know what I mean
Put the shoe on it fits
It's the colors of my race which makes me rich

Smiles
Yea they're hard to find now a days
Maybe it's because the history books don't tell that blacks help pave the way

With their backs against slavery's wall
They came close to the edge
To pledge
Not to the flag
More like cotton sacks and rags
Masta beat' cha if you lag
I gag
Pants on, belt loose, pre swag
Because we're of African descent gives us the right to brag
To not celebrate our American history is like walking with your eyes closed
You zig zag

Clear your throat
Don't choke, no joke
No matter what your race is
If you believe in God
We where all made in his image
Therefore we're kinfolk

We should celebrate our history for what it's done for us
For us not to embrace it
Leaves our race like a body with no blood
Dead
Instead try to get knowledge
Not the kind you get in bed
College
Where dope heads homestead
It's takes you and me to take a stand
By not celebrating our history
We become our own ku klux klan

Quick to say whites owe us and what they did was so cruel
Old news, new news
Let your education be your 40 acres and a mule

So what if I don't own a pool
I have a nice garden tub to dream in
Fair East Side
But this ain't Lean On Me
And I ain't Morgan Freeman

Hold your head up and be proud to be black
Afros, fades, braids, locks
Doesn't it feel good to be the cream of the crop
Stop
Loosen you neck and look back
Let your brain be the gun and cock back
Open your mouth and pierce minds with facts that relax complicated thoughts
Call the cops?
The most they can do is charge you with assault with a deadly weapon
Just think if your mouth and mind can do all that
Who needs a Smith and Wesson

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