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8TH KIND lyrics : "Porque feat. Arias Rossi"

They said I'd never make it, said go get a job
They said my path was wrong when the times got hard
Said go get an education, contribute to the nation

Said support the troops that keep us on the modern plantation
Said that capitalism is the only viable system
Good thing I think for myself, hard headed I never listen

Said enslavement was over but look who filling up the prisons
They said we was heathens and turned us from our true religion
But I say I'm indigenous to this Earth

Descendent of the original man for what its worth
Refuse to participate in this age of destruction
I rather give my energy to new world construction

Have no fear cus death will creep around the corner
Better use your time wise, cus pretty soon you'll be a goner
You're soul will disperse and return to the universe

All that will be left will be your seeds, deeds, and dopest verse

When someone comes at you with a rope

When someone comes at you with a gun
Despite the fact that you've done nothing
He tells you suffer peacefully

Pray for those, who used you despite
Belong something & how long can you suffer
After suffering for 400 years


They said we'll never make it, they actually want us gone
Want my life for the taking for all that is wrong

T.V. influence of violence and drugs
So the kids that are lost get found as thugs
Shot done and it's just a number less

Gets me to fall in my bed so I wonder in stress
Silence, until my eyelids close
And I pack one before I go so my mind drifts slow

Sleep; maybe wake up to a better place and leave
But the devils remember this face
And I can't erase what's deep in the soul

Where the try to misplace education and the know
The knowledge to accomplish, to get into college
Brain wash you so your cells get demolished

With useless info, morals out the window
Now you're just another number stuck in the middle


Every country's had had a violent revolution
For one reason or the other
Not one of them has the freedom we're all talking about

So we're saying give peace a chance
You know, like nobodies ever done this before
And it's not a matter of, we're not thinking in terms

Of 10 years, we're thinking in terms of peace forever

When did weaves become okay?

What happened to our passion having something important to say?
Its like our fire went away.
Right around the time they brought crack in back in the day

Don't even know that we enslaved
Shucking a jiving talking about who got the biggest chains
Changed our religion and our names

Turned us from history and heritage we walk around ashamed
Ancestors cry in pain, tryna drown 'em out, hit the bottle
Hope it'll wash away the pain, this is real its not a game

Almost sold my soul to the devil just to touch a lil fame, Illuminati
Shots like a 12 gauge straight to your body told you I'm a messenger
And this is not a hobby, music is my ministry, strong like Israeli lobbies

Might sound @@#!y but

I do this for my culture

My Black Culture
African Culture
Hip Hop Culture


Hip Hop's been compromised
I know you know it's probably run by the FBI

But just saying, powers that be they ain't playing
We in a culture war for the mind so you better start praying
Meditate to free your mind, turn off your T.V. and your radio

Escape the grand design, its about time, the media done gotten outta line
Repeat the same lies all day to keep us blind
But you was born with melamine so you was meant to shine
Ain't buying what they selling just to keep me hypnotized
Use imagination power to visualize a better life for you and I you and I

In need of healing put your hands up to the ceiling
Words and actions reveal your philosophy
Most full of %#@! like a colostomy bag
Look at me people like I help to be sad


I do this for my culture
My Black Culture
Hip Hop Culture
African Culture


I'm an African I'm an African and I know what's happening
They steal our precious resources and lock us in a pin
Colonized by the IMF the World Bank and the U.N.
Greed and poverty fuel the corruption
Capitalist economy feed our destruction

Flood our nations with millions of weapons
And come acting like our savior just itching to step in
We know the game, same old' playbook
Ain't much changed only how the day look
When will they pay for all the lives that they took?
Got me so mad I be ranting on Facebook

White-collar crooks, mercenary thugs
When united can't divide and conquer us
NGOs and missionaries they the new conquerors
Been so used and abused no room to trust
I guess it's just us, fighting for justice
Pull a trigger kill, case dismissed
How can we survive, when we're living life like this?

We're all God's children but I know she don't like this

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