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To himself he had this to say:
I’ll enslave my brother today
I’m gonna suppress the core of him
Objective: he’ll never be a man again
I’m gonna program him to submit
Unless he first jumps off this ship
Work him and make him breed
Do the same thing to his seed
Work him and make him breed
Make his desire: to never lead
From birth until 20 generations are dead
Self-hate will be in their heads
By the minute and the hour
I control his every power
I tell him when to eat
I decide when he will sleep
I work him continuously
I try to make him forget about free
He volunteers to help me do it
My deception he won’t see through it
We break up his family, we don’t care
And scatter them from here to everywhere
Treat humans as animals dogs, cattle and pups
Beasts of burden to work for us
He’s now programmed to hate himself
Much, much more than anyone else
He’s now programmed to show me love
Like I replaced God from up above
I control everything you see
He’ll be completely dependent on me
I will be the source
Of his ability to exist, of course
I will be the provider
I will be the derider
My psychology will be intense
For Blacks: a maddening experience
I’ll have the woman and the man
Broken down to understand
That they are less than me
Even though I know it’s a lie, you see
That they are less than me
The myth of white supremacy
They’ll believe this lie
Accept is as time goes by
Those who try to resist
Won’t hear the end of it
I’ve accomplished this lie with stealth
And I now believe it myself
The terror I’ve implanted
Will be hard to be supplanted
When I see a tear
I’ll ratchet up the fear
Hundreds of millions of them
Have lived a so called life so grim
Now I sit on a pot of gold
Built on God’s children’s bones and souls
But now their children are starting to awake
Reviving the core we tried to take
But of dignity and self esteem
Some still don’t know what it means
I look at the question in their eyes
Still I will not apologize
Free profit is really what I savor
From their unending misery and free labor
One wish I have and that’s a fact
Is no one ever treats me like that
It would truly be a twist
If karma really does exist
Maybe they’ll just forget it
Say nothing and suppress it
You see, money and power were my goal
May the lord have mercy on my soul
