Hakim - INTERNET EXPLORER Lyrics

If we wish to make our children better
One of the things we have to do is to teach them the knowledge of themselves
As a little boy my blessed mother kept instilling in me the love and the pride of being black
I ain't went to universities, I'm learning from the universe
I figured out what's hurting me but now I got to break the curse
It's certainly a challenge and a little work
But i'ma turn these seeds into some trees before I hit the dirt
Funny I create through telling vision
Swimming up against the channel in a Flannel that I'm drenched in
Drifting
Tried to grip the handle but I slipped in
I just hope you stream the current thoughts that swim of the pen
I'm deep in
Do I see the end
I mean that depends
Will you still stick around me when my troubles become frequent
Second guess anxiety just loves to come in sequence
Fake variety depriving me of wishful thinking
For my self,
And secure within myself, never feeling inferior, and certainly not feeling superior, but that chip on the shoulder
I ain't went to universities, I'm learning from the universe
I figured out what's hurting me but now I got to break the curse
It's certainly a challenge and a little work
But i'ma turn these seeds into some trees before I hit the dirt
Funny I create through telling vision
Swimming up against the channel in a Flannel that I'm drenched in
Drifting
Tried to grip the handle but I slipped in
I just hope you stream the current thoughts that swim of the pen
I'm deep in
Do I see the end
I mean that depends
Will you still stick around me when my troubles become frequent
Second guess anxiety just loves to come in sequence
Fake variety depriving me of wishful thinking
My dear visitors and friends
And those of you in our television audience
The United States of America, one of the greatest nations of the last 6,000 years is in great trouble
Not because of the power of a foreign government
But because an internal rot and decadence
That could very well sentence this nation to the ignominy that many of her sister nations have gone to before her
America is in the path of Sodom and Gomorrah, ancient Egypt, Babylon and Rome
And at the core of this internal problem of America
Is the unwanted presence of nearly 30 to 40 million black people who didn't come on the Nina, the Pinta the Santa Maria or the Mayflower
But who came in the holes of ships
An from the day that are fathers sent the soles of the feet in the western hemisphere I cry has been for Justice and I cry is for justice today
I'm not before you to anger you to upset you
I'm before you as an instrument I hope of peace and I hope of reason