No man’s eyes can see these lies.
No point in hoping
The propaganda though hardly spoken
is very potent
Our minds blind
Our slates blank
In their hands, they hold our fate
The gold flows from our souls and still, the yield we’ve sewn is owed
You can’t make a case
When you’re easy to manipulate
All they do is show the cake and watch with hate and glee
lust and envy
It’s shameful the way we bend and fold
Chasing after the lies they’ve sold.
Home of the Brave – Land of the Free
Its hard to be free when you’re still a slave to poverty.
Do whatever it takes to break these chains.
Even if that means it throws more dirt on the black man’s grave.