Identity Crisis

Before those rose being wicked, I existed

Photos of me are pictured hieroglyphic. I’m proto Neolithic.

On walks inscripted but sons of Canaan came in and switched it

Made that which was ancient and mystic, tainted and twisted

Painted a picture purposely that wasn’t me ’til my discovery

They converted me with perjury

From the nursery to universities they reprogrammed my circuitry

With plans to murder me eternally, uh

They got us mentally lifeless. We suffer from identity crisis

I fight this because we were meant to be righteous

Real me misrepresented, suppressed with limits

Trying my best to mimic this western image

That portrays us as pimps, whores, and players to pay us

Submerged in light that caused confusion and chaos

They made us believe all the bullshit they gave us

Convinced us their senseless religions would save us

So many die sleeping, I’m tired of weeping

I cry for freedom so much that my eye’s bleeding

I got tattooed years ’cause the devil got your kids

Surrounded by so much fake stuff they don’t know what natural is

It’s like my outer shell is down in hell amongst devil’s of all levels

One’s from country meadows. One’s from funky ghettos

A voice inside echoes, crying for liberation

While this nation’s foundation is based on fornication with the harlot from Revelations

We are targets of degradation, miseducation

Create a trend to spend ends and black folks will follow it

Fiend to stack C.R.E.A.M. but we’re lactose intolerant

We enact roles from Hollywood. They really got us fooled

We play his games but really wonder why we lose

And these politicians are probably missing what you’re demanding

You need expanding of knowledge, wisdom, and overstanding

You trust in this system? Huh. Gotta’ be kidding

Got a pocket full of lottery tickets ’cause you’re poverty stricken. Something’s missing

Secrets of economy’s hidden making it hard to envision

Breaking out of this prison

What’s your purpose? What’s your foundation?

You search in churches but they pickpocket your purses

Like you have to purchase salvation. That’s amazing

And cash rules. And being broke produces bad moods

And you got bad health consuming fast foods

You all in a wreck. A victim of cause and effect

Living jealous and envious, penniless, empty ’cause

Sin you trust. Loving this government you pretend is just?

Why is it like this? Culture and freedom are priceless

But you sold your soul for the best image and likeness

Got us mentally lifeless. We suffer from identity crisis

I fight this because we were meant to be righteous