paroles de chanson Caesar's Rise - Kemba

Please don't call me conscious
Don't call it political
Please don't deem this lyrical
These are negro spirituals
That's the generation raising guns against they General
Raisin in the sun, I'll raise my son to be less cynical
Raised on a steady diet of Chef Boyardee
Beef-a-roni cup, a slice of bread, and Hi-C
I took the shackles off my feet like Mary Mary
Now I'm more marionettist
Pulling strings, you're merely Miri Ben-Ari nigga
Please, nigga
Woah
I know you want to flaunt
I want to flaunt too
But it ain't been that long
Since there was niggas in the Bronx Zoo
So imma pour some out for Ota Benga
Jury said I been resistant
Mama said say no to strangers and I listened, uh
Picture God grabbing Adam by the Adam's Apple
Just as Adam's having at the apple
Now those atoms got you grabbing at your fuckin' Apple tablet
Packing up, cause there's a black man in all black tats and