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mcskill thapreacha - black child كلمات الأغنية

verse one (mcsk!ll thapreacha)
we struggle hard to survive hoping for better days/

life is hard, my people dying in many ways/

we getting nothing but this government is getting fat/

this revolution would be televised, its a fact/

we gotta stand as one, we need unity/

to overcome this corruption and insanity/

we got a big role to play/

think about the next generation and make it a better place/

but most of my brothers fighting not using their real faces/

they like clowns, the labour congress, nut cases/

tryna deceive that they fighting for the m-sses/

they fighting for their pockets, they get it, they all dancing/

with the devil, my brother you should never settle/

for what the devil gives, he taketh with no schedule/

now you 60-summn or 70-summn/

still in public office, you past it, stop fronting/

you know the struggle of the m-sses/

basic amenities, good roads, good water, quality education/

it goes further, be a lover of your people/

you’re not god we know, but do it just a little/

i kick this verse for the black child who wanna fight/

gotta search your conscience, do you love your neighbors right?/

we gotta change our att-tude/

god gon answer our prayers, i’m just right here dropping clues/

verse two (synik)
discoverers, architects of civilisations
in harmony with truth in tune with spiritual vibrations
travellers following signs to other lands
languages evolving like this hiphop that i command

warrior tribes and nurturers
medicine, mathematics and science you can trace em all back to us
a great people, built towers that stand still
seem to have lost our power to guns germs and steel
when i read our history and everything that we invented
tell me how it is that my continents indebted
broken and poor still struggling from the heritage
of those who pillaged the land and left it desolate
desperate begging to neoliberal crooks
slavery in form of debt, never clearing the books
p-wns in proxy wars for profits will never hold
how many lost their homes coz they were built over black gold
a black soul feels imprisoned from birth
coz the whole global system built to limit your worth
so when my people started bleaching, i can’t even judge em
coz they’ve seen over time that when theyre light is when you love them
but i question the standards of beauty that we uphold
coz they controlled by what media decides to show
so i celebrate danai, and i pray we raise her high
so my little sisters can know that they can fly
while im reading van sertima, anta diop and biko
for all my people, tryna rise until we equal
coz this skin been feeling like a criminal offence
and this capital system got me living in this mess but we
architects of civilisations
in harmony with truth in tune with spiritual vibrations
travellers following signs to other lands
languages evolving like this hiphop that i command

wakakomberwa, mwana mutema
une basa, wakakosha iwe
ganda rako harina kutukwa

- mcskill thapreacha

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