[Oracle]

Ey Yo I'm slippin down a dark hole touchin my soul

Think I'm rushin to the stars flash forward to zones

Can't move a single bone so I let out a moan

Would burn every single poem I wrote just to reach home

Feel a rope around my neck tight wrip grip no slack

then I hear a whipe make a loud crack

Then feel the flesh on my back split allowing blood to drip to the floor

Then I hear a whole crowd roar

With my last bit of strength open my eyes

To see a pack  of rednecks straight from 1905

Could tell by the clothes thery wore and their broken grammar

That I was the main event of a lynching in Alabama

My body started shaking stamina breaking down

I screamed take me down they started laughing like clowns

I wish I had a 4 pound or any automatic gun

Just to see them crackers run like Satan had come

Then I heard the sheriff say  "Hey, bring me his son."

Now picture that want my little boy to see his Daddy get hung

Then the sheriff turned to me and said "Ain't this fun?

Well this is what you get for florting with a white woman"



[Chorus x2]

Ey yo from day one you see they try to take us under

Police with guns, and clans hanging us from lumber

the shit don't change no matter the time no matter the place

it all stays the same



[Kimani]

1963 and now I'm trapped in a Birmingham jail

Next door to King sitting hand cuffed to the rail

I sailed through 3 generations of time but same predicament

Cause now I'm deep in the thick of it, sick of

I started downtown shopping at Montgomery Wards

Where my mom sent me to buy a new ironing board

>From down on Main Street, trooping through the summertime heat

Sweating bullets, came to the colored door and I pull it

Seen this white girl in late teens, blond hair and tight jeans

Shorts who stopped to ask me  if I like to play sports

I replied yes, told her basketball was my best

but all these lip reading white folks got confused with "nice breast"

Now it's one mess after another,

get booted from out the store, still no ironingboard to give my mother

Hovered outside on the grass where it seems that news travels fast

Everyone that past said "that's your ass!"

So I run home to tell mom, to just chill and stay calm

But two hours later they burned a croos on the lawn

Until dawn we stayed frightened my first instinct was fighting

But 10 hooded crackers against one, and I'm done

So I run to keep my family from any more calamity

Right before the riverbank is where I got janked

About to get hanged when the sheriff made his interjection

And now I'm sitting in jail for my protection



[Chorus x4]