Songtexte Diaspora - Conscious Rap

Why is my history a mystery
Why do we yield to our enemies
Why do they try to erase memories
Niggas to them is all we'll ever be
Little did they know my hands built this land
We added flavor cuz they shit was always bland
Still get whipped if you go against the man
Rosa took a seat Ima make a stand
Trace the Diaspora see who I am
Europeans startin problems wit Koreans
Suffer and control for a sense of being
They raped our mothers took our fathers for a beaten
Had us pickin cotton in the hottest seasons
Packed us on a ship and killed without a reason
The total lives lost are in the millions
Then I ask the question aren't we all god's children

You can feel the Ora, huh
Trace your diaspora bruh
Doctors, architects, explorers, huh
Mannnn ain't no ignoring us

Ima tell the truth if it fuckin kills me
Cuz even if I'm gone you goin still feel me
Ima put in work even if it's filthy
Is it cuz I'm black that I'm always guilty
Even in the eyes of these oppressors
I am never equal man they treat me like I'm lesser
I don't need no hook for this, I could write a book for this
Talk about the exodus and how they took the best of us
Tell our people how they made it from Thailand
Chained to slave ships that were made by the white man
Now I ain't tryina say that all whites are bad men
But you made your fortune from our misfortune
Had us in the field when the field scorching
Watching from your porch now you riding porches
Lord
I represent for my people
We are much more I am not content with being equals

You can feel the Ora, huh
Trace your diaspora bruh
Doctors, architects, explorers, huh
Mannnn ain't no ignoring us

We are more than the skin that cases the spirits that our flesh contains
Our minds are more than the flesh of the brain
The voice that guides you is beyond this plane
Do not rely on your eyes
Do not rely upon your ears
For the senses that we rely may lead to lies
But you must trust
The universe provides
Our future will not repeat the past
Yeah