Fiction (Freestyle)

They telling our stories
They mentioning no glory
They talking like we failures
Controlling conversations bout controversies of killings, stealing never healing
I heard they call us heathens
Deserving of beheading
Explains why we in prisons
Not entitled to freedom
Televising the conflict
Confusing my community hiding peace like a piece
I'm talking bout the media
You see the shit they do to ya
Potray you like a criminal
As if you lack potential
Ignoring contradictions
Separating my people by the languages they speak
Avoiding conversations bout the healing that we need

You push the agenda of greedy corporations
Narratives you know don't reflect any reality
You misrepresent the views of masses on the fucken ground
My people stand up
I know you've had enough

The memories of Hani... Have never left us
The lessons of Sobukwe are still in our hearts
The legacy of Poqo is still our guideline

It's an endless struggle that causes us trouble
We'll win this? Probably
Black consciousness is our only answer
The ghetto poppin'
The corrupt in jail
Graduate employment

We regurgitating propaganda when we reading Biko
You know this rappers dying when I'm spittin'
Can't stop the flow
They bleeding whenever I'm punching
Come try me now... I hope your homie got some Armour
Tupac Shakur the Legend is gonn live forever



Credits
Writer(s): Ofentse Sekoaila
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