Content - To Whom It May Concern... Lyrics

I don't want you to die my brother
I don't want you to cry, My mother
It's the pain that hurts inside
No more memories of you and I
But they don't care about the love that we've shared
Yesterdays are gone
Tomorrow's your home your home
We get penalized, mistreated and tried
No crimes committed, still killed, I can't get with this
Give us back our Gold, you stole from our Kings
Give us back our land, our roots, our seeds
That white house we built, is really brown within
You took, you broke, you destroyed, you choked
Our mothers, you doped Our father's they lost hope
And now when we rise you try to take our pride
Yah won't let this ride, Repent or you'll be fined
Get your hand out my pockets
You don't want me free
Oh Say Can you See
Put up a wall, what about yours
How you gone claim land, when Natives were here way before
You took their credit, as your own
Then turned that credit into baby bones
You hate the truth, we hate the lynching
No house Negro here, I'm all about snitching
On top of ground, it used to be under
Harriet Tubman was an Israelite, makes ya wonder
We worked for free and now you call us lazy
We made your deals and breastfeed your babies
Medical experiments on slaves, brown women they felt that pain
For Alligator skin, you fed them our babies, to an early grave
Now you talking, forget about slavery
Baptized and saved, spoke in tongues maybe
When brothers got killed, where were you
When mothers got billed, where were you
All you can say
It's the father's will
Who's your father, the pope
Get Real