In the complaining department
Everything is quick and loud
Fast, fuming and furious
Fast thinking, fast packaging
Fast polishing and fast shipping
When arguments are contradicted
Everything is fast editing
No apologizing, fast-changing
Fast repackaging and teletransporting
The culprits are instantaneously identified,
White supremacists and punkified s
Brainwashed whitewashed self-haters
Traitors and sellouts of all kinds
It’s the musicians, rappers, and thugs,
Degrading queens and promoting self-hate
It’s pastors, their religion and crooked faith
It’s always the politicians, the damn government.
In the solution department,
Everything is doubting, questioning
Everything is more complaining
Can we really do this can we really do that?
What’s the point of this, what’s the point of that
Here the solutions have long been identified
But the implementation seems like a dream
Foreign, alien to the dreamers
We always should but we never do.
Stuck, busy complaining on more stuff
We should promote our languages, but not today
Maybe another day, surely our children,
Hey need to learn Swahili
- Who I am even going to practice with
-I don’t have time in the current
State of things, when I come home I am tired
Maybe when I’m retired.
-I’m too old to learn a new language,
- I’m too shy to speak, to engage,
- I’m too introvert, that’s for extrovert
We should build our own schools
-We sure do but where is the money at,
We got no money, too expensive;
He took the money, where’s the school at
He dreamt too high now the project is inconclusive
He sure would want more funding,
What are we a stupid crowd? Fool me once
Or not, I have no shame, I master the blame game
We need more black love
- s running around looking for white coochie
When they cry rape the is ***ed
He locked up for good, why he go messing around with Becky?
- Ain’t marrying no broke, not a project maker.
- Ain’t marrying no balls breaker, dream buster feminist, I’m a man
I got my baby mamas, I’m good man!
- es be crazy, what’s up with those weaves
Ain’t no queen running around with plastic on their heads
Dead Indian girls hairs, smelling like raccoons
Nope, he ain’t got no education, hell no!
- Hell no, she got two kids, ain’t marrying no single mom
Can’t pay for her crib where’s the money gonna come?
- I’m just a queen looking a king to build together
We need African spirituality!
Masculine and feminine energy,
Understanding the unity in duality
Connecting and talking to our ancestors
- Hell no! God forbid, I ain't doing no voodoo
That’s witchcraft, please save me Jesus!
My ancestors are dead, dead is dead
- You just called Jesus ain’t he supposed to be dead?
- Jesus was black, and Moses too, you know
- Who cares about their color, they are all fake
Imaginary, false, faux, phony, for Christ’s sake
Know thyself!
- Where was your African gods at
When our ancestors was kidnapped
And brought here as slaves?
- They ain’t no God coming to save you,
you are the African God, save yourself!
That’s blasphemy, forgive him Jesus
Do you know the first slave ship was named after Jesus?
We need to go back to Afrika,
- Didn’t Marcus Garvey tried that?
The CIA ain’t gonna let us do that,
- I ain’t going to no Afrika, I’m no African
I’m #Ados, my ancestor built this mother***er, I’m American
We was here before, I’m Olmec, I’m Mayan
Native to this land. we was here before Columbus
- Yeah me too, I’m a Moor, you know, we conquered Spain
And taught them how to wash they stinking ass
Your true religion is Islam
bro, it’s the original religion of Alkebulan,
know thyself!
- I ain’t no Muslim, I’m Hebrew Israelite
We the true Jews you know, we waiting for Jesus to come
I told you Jesus is fake, how the *** he gonna come?
Hisis dead.
- I’m tired of this racism bull,
Y’all can stay here, Garvey said it,
Africa is not for everyone anyway
We need black businesses
- You remember black wall street?
Can’t trust no , they out for themselves
Everyone is doing for self, the Chinese,
Arabs, Jews, Japanese
- Garvey and UNIA did it then,
We can do it again and better
Go get the money from the pastors
Time to fund the revolution
What we need is unity. unity is the key!
Yeah, but what’s your nationality
- I’m a Pan African nationalist,
Yeah that’s your rationale, what’s your nationality?
You are Moorish American if you don’t know
Know thyself !
- I’m #ADOS, you trippin, ain’t believing in no fairy tale
I want my piece of the American pie, Reparation!
African immigrants are taking our
You s sitting looking, #ADOS
- Our ancestors were free before
they were no slaves, they were enslaved
They were king and queens in Kemet,
- What’s up with all that Kemetic boogie bull
Ain’t got no time for that, I’m working on my joint
- Do you know Imhotep bro, do you know the original trinity
Ausar, Auset and Heru?
Do you know Sekhmet, when she wakes it’s checkmate
Spirituality ain’t no faith, it’s a way a life
That’s how you feed, clothe, and house your family.
That’s how you build unity.
Bro, Know thyself!
When It comes to solutions,
Everything is slow, kind of like tomorrow
Of better, the next generation,
Ain’t no more tears for our sorrow
That ship is sailed.
When the drums start, No more talking,
No more confused superposed voices
The warrior wakes up and walks, faces his conundrums
It takes strength and courage to walk through the storm
To get the worm out of the temple
But on the other side of any black hole,
There is a new beginning, an opportunity to be whole,
Reunited with oneself once again.
When the broken ego fades, God comes shining
Through the hardships, through the pain,
Beaming with a renewed light of hope