Wild Wild West (feat. Abiodun Oyewole, Paris Alexandra & Tendaji)

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This is not a typical rap CD; this is a statement of the times
A chronicle of what black men have to endure in America
These are the words of a word warrior
Who is not willing to accept and go along with the injustices that appear to be a major pattern in the fabric of America

The pen and the page, that's all I ever had yep
The woke man's rage, I am forever mad yep
Being black in America with its checkered past
Present, we question the vision the first settlers had
Welcome to the Wild Wild West, they let the metal blast
Clear a path for the rebels tell em through telegraph yep
The same rebels we celebrate with this special flag
Became devils, my ancestors done been to hell and back yep
Many enslaved, caught in the devil's grasp white devils
Some were brave, fought to repel the wrath yep
Some made waves graves that was a better path yep
Some ran away, and lost they better halves
Escape routes plaited in braids before Telenav yep
Hide your kids, your wife now run Tell em that yep
Drum circles at night, that's the telecast yep
Body snatchers in white, run hella fast
Illegal to read and write, kept the Bible stashed yep
It was illegal to fight, before the bell was cracked yep
It was illegal to be, so much for Leviticus
3/5 of a man but it's us, that don't excel at math Ha
The projects were a project yeah we fell for that yep
The gospels out of date, the holy grail is rap yep
Illegal drugs are better, tryna tell these quacks
If opioids are an epidemic, what the hell is crack yep
Let the drop top down, push the pedal past yep
The cotton fields in the south, notice they smell of cash, blood money
Reparations the expectation, the hell with that yep
Blood money it's funny, how they sell it back
Niggas in the trap, women are out here selling ass
Lack of access to endeavors we're much better at
These ignant whites acting like history ain't what held us back
These ain't alternative truths, I'm just telling facts

You know in your heart
When you holding your heart
That allegiance you pledge
We bout to blow it apart
Reclaiming my time is never outdated
Reclaiming my time is never outdated
The taste of defeat, is like sour grapes
Success is more sweet, taste like a now later
You know in your heart
When you holding your heart
That allegiance you pledge
We bout to blow it apart
This is a rap indictment against the killer cops
The prison system
And all the values that cause many of us to go astray
Like money, power, and respect
You know in your heart
When you holding your heart
That allegiance you pledge
We bout to blow it apart

The pen and the pad, is all I ever had yep
Salute American flags my nigga never that nope
Democrats, still oppressing my demographic
We supposed to be kings, just ask Correta's dad
Slavery was your head start remember that yep
That was forever ago, we put an end to that
Every gun toting cowboy defending that
Dangling privilege all in my face, that I ain't ever had
Probably never been told you speak properly nope
Never falsely accused of armed robbery nope
Never been strong armed by policy nope
Never been strong armed for all your property nope
Gentrification thanks to our government yep
White Indian givers we call Republicans yep
Indian giving isn't the right term nope
Stealing shit that ain't yours is we call Columbusing yep
But, Everyday is a new epiphany
If something ain't making me happy it don't mean shit to me
Telling my vicarious traumas, you can't sit with me
This table is reserved for my people rewriting history
Simply this shit is for us, (yep), specifically
The people on the margins, starving for a victory yep
This ain't a story of optimism for liberty nope
Just the composer of this collection of symphonies yep
This exposes the cold callousness of the neighbors many of us live in
The frustration of trying to breathe when the air is contaminated

You know in your heart
When you holding your heart
That allegiance you pledge
We bout to blow it apart
Reclaiming my time is never outdated
Reclaiming my time is never outdated
The taste of defeat, is like sour grapes
Success is more sweet, taste like a now later
You know in your heart
When you holding your heart
That allegiance you pledge
We bout to blow it apart
Revolution we must have a revolution within ourselves
Before this revolution, we must have an evolution, so we won't recreate
The madness we want to escape

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