Текст песни Rituals - Bizzy Balboa

(Music Plays)

How come they call it voodoo
Every time we doing rituals
Cause they don't know they truth
They don't know this here traditional
It's deeper than Orishas better get yo knowledge
Research on yo people they dont teach in college
Washed away the memory but not the bondage
Cant wash away the history though lets be honest
Back to the roots real land of promise
Time to wake um up let me do the honors

You dance you move yo body
So free like dat, like dat, like dat
When we make love
Watch the way that you breathe
Like dat, like dat, like dat
Cant give u much, u ain't got much to offer
More than candles at the alter
Feel it in ya spirit there was blood slaughtered
What type of stuff are you apart of?

Melanin activated, my race has been badly hated
Led to assassinations, no justice we living painless
Guns are pointed aimless, cases becoming nameless
Shooter becoming famous
On bail in the Caymans
Joke about our powers but we really supernatural
So many years of torture
We been sliding down the tallest slope
Everyday we living, tryna slip us off the totem pole
Now hard times is all we know
Always disagreeing rarely sticking together
Judging one another like the other one better
Idols selling out red hats and a sweater
Ancestors prolly pictured it better
Everybody got a right to opinions
But not when people's lives are tied in it
I guess that their realities different
I rather be a student than ignorant

How come they call it voodoo
Every time we doing rituals
Cause they don't know they truth
They don't know this here traditional
It's deeper than Orishas better get yo knowledge
Research on yo people they dont teach in college
Washed away the memory but not the bondage
Cant wash away the history though lets be honest
Back to the roots real land of promise
Time to wake um up let me do the honors

You dance you moving yo body
So free like dat, like dat, like dat
When we make love watch the way
That you breathe like dat, like dat, like dat
Cant give u much, u ain't got much to offer
More than candles at the alter
Feel it in ya spirit there was blood slaughtered
What type of stuff are you apart of?