[Verse]
They wanted free labor commanded by saviors
Con men and slavers, some British, some Quaker
Even Brazilians were movers and shakers see
How you think half of them look like the maker
You wonder why people start selling they neighbor
P O dot dubbin to even that labor
Indenture your soul for that chattel like flavor
We were the product, commodity profit
The stronger the fruit meant for loot for that trader
Longer the noose meant more use for the slaver
Maybe its evil these people do savor
Colonize land in the name of thy savior
Then burn it all down til its ash
Barter our bones and our spices for cash
Vulture the culture erasing that class
Erasing that knowledge you squandered in college pursuing that ass
Now the sun shall never set
Over the land of lost Kemet
You can take us out the bush
But we will never love the West I said
The sun shall never set
Over the land of lost Kemet
You can take us out the bush but we will never trust the West