we are all one,
divided by boundaries unknown,
harvests unsewn
to reap eqaulity..I am evil,
i am led by my heart,
my heart thats black as night and black as my nigga,
and my nigga is a star, as bright as the sun...
and i call him my nigga beause i want to erase the subtelties that divide us...
i want to erase all the names of the states, why can’t we just live in...”that place” instead of the united states of america....”shit son, you ain’t never been to compton, shit nigga, you wern’t raised in the dirty at hell, and shit, ain’t none of us been to to the hollocaust, and we need a holocaust...
.we need to be united, we need to understand that our hitler will destroy any nigga, unless he has blue eyes and blonde hair, and no race is safe from the hate that would take place...
and if that day comes..
all my niggas can hide in my attic with me..
i have an addict with me, he smokes truth and drinks from the glass of fruit that never will be..because equality is truth, and the truth never will be, because the truth sets you free, and God knows a free man is a scary thing for capitalism...
guess the color we've been painted is just a test to see who really digs art, and who just stands around in the gallery
pretending to be intrigued when in reality,
all they see is blank canvas,
"oh you could do anything you want, you can be a doctor, a writer, a lover, a fighter" save it, sell your drugs known as dreams to those who don't see, a blind man can’t be a visionary..or can he?
i know what i can be,
i know what i can't be,
i know what i will be, and i know that you giving me false hopes, false dope, to try and drug me and drag me into shoveling shit, into sacraficing myself so i can be something great in the long run, when I was born something great,
i was born the son of the sun,
the bastard child of the moon,
the orphan of the universe,
yet i was born free,
free of hate,
free of envy,
free of greed,
free of lust...
you sell me your drug of a dream,
making me hallucinate
into wanting to be a basketball player,
an actor, a lawyer, you make me see visions of freedom by bending the defitnion of light into a prism
of lies , because as long as you hate me for calling you my nigga, neither of us are free, as long as there is a difference between
you and me,
you and I,
I and you...
you and me,
you and I,
I and you will all be slaves,
you and me, you and I, I and you will all be inprisoned in the idea that we cannot share anything but the earth,
You and I need to be We,
I and you Need to be us,
you and me need to be one.
because when the one day comes,
when we are left with nothing, we will have to share the sun, just like we did before you were my nigga, and back when you were a prince of africa, shit, maybe i could have been a prince with you had I been born there....or maybe if we switched places, your great grandchildren would have
hated my grandfather..
raped my grandmother,
and wore shoes that shine themselves because they are black,
and i might have taught myself how to read,
i might have sacraficed my life so my queens half white child could express himself better than just a scream,
better than running slow in a dream
because these chains are heavy,
whether white or black i'll tell you this,
i love to dream, because when i close my eyes, color doesn’t exist