“You told us who our enemy was and for that they shot you dead.” … the American way!
We celebrate the day of your birth and hence, your fame lives on.
We are not what you were about and we are not fit to speak your name.
We love to kid ourselves that what we’re doing, you would approve.
But there ain’t no way in hell that you’d still be playing the white man’s game.
When did you ever raise your arms in humble supplication?
When did you ask us to grovel and beg for a crumb from Massa’s table?
When did you ever trust a white man to see that justice would be done?
When did you ever heed their lies and remain trapped in Massa’s stable?
They claim there is a movement, but the movement died with you.
Only sell-outs and punks are left and that shit don’t get it done.
There is no man among the Blacks and that is oh, so true.
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