Текст песни What's Happening? (feat. Adam Hill) - Jaeti

No, I wasn't born in Ghana
But Africa's my momma
And I did not end up here from bad karma
Or for b-ball, selling mad crack, or rappin'
Peter Tosh tried to tell us what happened
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
So they had to kill him
Kill him
Kill him
Kill him
Kill him

Through the lights, cameras and action
Freeze frames with the killer captions
Bloody bodies
With the hue of the darkest Africans
Time passes
Slave trades and birth of nations
Universe expanding
But you're still being the same constellations
Candid conversations when I have to
Never pledge allegiance to a flag
Or a Babylonian statue
Statutes for the uneducated
Poor and hungry
So Pac wrote Daniel
Translated
"Only God Can Judge Me"
Remember that
When you're racing for assimilation
Compromising creation
You're thinking it's integration
But integration requires
Adoption of practices from both sides
Trapped in a colonized condition
And when thoughts collide
Indoctrination
Or the industrial prison complex
Either you're a man
Or you're another man's conquest
So keep killing
In the meantime it only gets worse
The cost curve is flatter than the planet Earth

No, I wasn't born in Ghana
But Africa's my momma
And I did not end up here from bad karma
Or for b-ball, selling mad crack, or rappin'
Peter Tosh tried to tell us what happened
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
So they had to kill him
Kill him
Kill him
Kill him
Kill him

Digesting data
To ascertain a human's worth
As you pay taxes
As a deposit for a lot that you inhabit
While corporations
Master manipulation
Take buyouts from your taxes
Then avoid statutory taxation
While most emcees master in complication
I've mastered the art of concrete simplification
Since I study mathematics in my free time
I know PHDs who see me and immediately take a b-line
Although it's all ordered by the divine
According to Ramses hieroglyphs
Most men are part feline
So give me space
And let me build with my people
Presidential voting
The lesser of two evils
Navigating daily
With people who say they hate me
Living in the system
But losing myself gracefully
Get yours
Watch as the prophetic wheel rolls
And put a few Harriett Tubmans in your billfold

No, I wasn't born in Ghana
But Africa's my momma
And I did not end up here from bad karma
Or for b-ball, selling mad crack, or rappin'
Peter Tosh tried to tell us what happened
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
He was sayin'
If you black, then you African
So they had to kill him
Kill him
Kill him
Kill him
Kill him

Kill him
Kill him
Kill him

Kill him
Kill him
Kill him

Kill him
Kill him
Kill him