First 48 (Freedom Rap)

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Black History rap is black rap in the making
If you know my roots, you know the ground is ever shaking
Mr. Pendulum, always good, never fake'n
Bounce right back to being black, never braking
What do you call a brother back against the wall
My skin ain't frail, may break the color of the law
If I fall believe they coming for you all
In the back of the lac, no facial covers here involved
Skip to my Lou, these people want to see you tied up
Locked in a cage, calling it rage because you rise
Minis to what, I'm just a product of my bloodline
Taking what's mine, don't let them turn you on your own kind
Standing in line, separated from the 1 time
Wasn't my crime, but the painter was soo color blind
Back of my mind, Martin Luther on the frontline
Civil with the rights
Took a stand for black and whites

They taking power from my people
But still I rise
Threw them shackles on my hands
But still I rise
Thought I'd break from the hurt
But still I rise
Threw my name in the dirt
But still I rise
Shot my mans in the back
But still I rise
Filled my streets up with crack
But still I rise
They tried to hold me back
But still I rise
An institution lyes devised to cover up lies

Black history rap is politicing with no cap
But if I snap they'll probably hang me on a map
Poetry flowing like I got it on tap
Serving you life behind bars of freedom rap
Let it be known, I had the clan at my home
Burning crosses, not for Christ
Hold up, fear on the phone
Stop the beefing and complaining about what vax I'm on
When Emmett Till lost his life because his color was strong
Through the blood shed and tears, there's a reason I'm here
My people fought for equal rights
Let me make myself clear
My skin is about the same flavour as juice
Darker berries, sweeter cherries, but you still throwing duece
No more creeping through the haze
Now the onus on me
Put your fist in the air for the right to be free
I gotta love for the streets and a college degree
May throw me down to the ground
But still I rise

They taking power from my people
But still I rise
Threw them shackles on my hands
But still I rise
Thought I'd break from the hurt
But still I rise
Threw my name in the dirt
But still I rise
Shot my mans in the back
But still I rise
Filled my streets up with crack
But still I rise
They tried to hold me back
But still I rise
An institution lyes devised to cover up lies

Free at last, free at last
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last

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