Música Negra (Black Music) The X-Ecutioners

[Scratched] Black

We’re all (black)
Triangle trade over the face, that's a fact (uh huh)
Down south John Birch and burning churches
Covert KKK is filling more hearses
But what hurts is, the worst is
That I’m always versus my nigga over there
While the rich at the top of the pyramid won't let me get near
We used to (run) through Maryland woods
But now we got the opportunity (wah wah wah) it's all good
But since they shipped us (across the waters)
It's as if I should be grateful. I'm important
Like Dominicans, Haitians, we live on the same land
But don't speak the same language with the same suntan
Such a shame, how the racist theories cloud some mind
You see the ladder of economics is what we need to climb
To gain power by any means. War or peaceful?
The powers that be won’t give (power to the people!)
I put my sanity in jars of jams to preserve it
I'll be damned if I didn't purge the poison of the (serpents)
He never gave my community acres to construct
We just put us in this palms standing on a lifeline
And like guns that's rusted, we're always self-destructive
And I wonder how the (fuck they'll justify genocide)