Bamboozled
Shout out to my ghetto prisoners
The shit's ridiculous
They went from shipping and whipping us
To straight pimping us
Picking up from different ports
From Africa but different parts
Captured us and took our hearts
Columbus' and Bonapartes
Fed to fish and thrown to sharks
Fed us pigs and bony parts
Took our spears and blowing darts
Gave us offspring we don't want
Freckle faces, hazel eyes
That sound Irish, you decide
I ain't racist, truly guys
I just look for truth in lies
By my redskin you can tell
I'm part of this confusion as well
I don't believe in heaven or hell
It's all in the mind, depends how you dwell
I see the chaos in order
I see its still cops and robbers
I see the ego of the powerful
Costing the lives of others
I see Monsanto copyrighting crops, blacklisting farmers
Some informed call it the New World Order
Niggas like us don't make the honor roll
He ain't got no honor they make us call him your honor though
I was told
When you make a oath you gotta honor those
Break the code
They gon' break your bones
And break your skull
Take your soul
Feed it to the creatures
in the deepest hole
Jesus know
They say he need Jesus
But Jesus gone
If Jesus rose
Then why the fuck he leave us
In the freezing cold
We don't know
Trying to reach the kingdom
Where the streets is gold
Dreaming on
Does heaven have a ghetto
I be thinking so
We should go
We could see the homies bring some weed to smoke
Sing a song
Old negro spirituals that our people wrote
I'm bleeding out
The shit's ridiculous
They went from shipping and whipping us
To straight pimping us
Picking up from different ports
From Africa but different parts
Captured us and took our hearts
Columbus' and Bonapartes
Fed to fish and thrown to sharks
Fed us pigs and bony parts
Took our spears and blowing darts
Gave us offspring we don't want
Freckle faces, hazel eyes
That sound Irish, you decide
I ain't racist, truly guys
I just look for truth in lies
By my redskin you can tell
I'm part of this confusion as well
I don't believe in heaven or hell
It's all in the mind, depends how you dwell
I see the chaos in order
I see its still cops and robbers
I see the ego of the powerful
Costing the lives of others
I see Monsanto copyrighting crops, blacklisting farmers
Some informed call it the New World Order
Niggas like us don't make the honor roll
He ain't got no honor they make us call him your honor though
I was told
When you make a oath you gotta honor those
Break the code
They gon' break your bones
And break your skull
Take your soul
Feed it to the creatures
in the deepest hole
Jesus know
They say he need Jesus
But Jesus gone
If Jesus rose
Then why the fuck he leave us
In the freezing cold
We don't know
Trying to reach the kingdom
Where the streets is gold
Dreaming on
Does heaven have a ghetto
I be thinking so
We should go
We could see the homies bring some weed to smoke
Sing a song
Old negro spirituals that our people wrote
I'm bleeding out
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Writer(s): Brian Peterkin
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