Final Candle

Final Candle

Knowledge makes a black man unfit

To be a slave

Say it loud for the N!99@$ in the back

Of the bus

And it's my milk that's flowing through

Your veins

Say it louder for the cr@ck3r$

in front of us

Pour libations for the children

There's blood on streets

Blood from our youth

Light the final Candle for the lost

Blood on the leaves

And blood at the roots

Let's smoke to this tragedy

Because no one cares if we are raggedy

And bent over

Spread your cheeks and cough

Take your black off

And bend over

That white woman's lipstick

Is still on your collar

Take that imitation noose from around

Your neck that's covering your true color

Light the final Candle for the lost

Burn everything that we don't own

down no matter the cost

Too many of our leaders are dying

Too many of mothers crying

You want me to kiss your a$$

For a small paycheck and disrespect

Where is my reparations, b!tch?

You sabotaged my reputation, snitch.

Knowledge makes a black woman unfit

To be a slave

Say it louder for the N!99@$ in the back

Of the bus

It's a black man's generation flowing in my veins

Say it louder for the cr@ck3r$

In front of us

Pour libations for the truth

Blood on the sheets

Blood we use

Light the final candle for the lost

Blood on the leaves

Blood at the roots

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