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Rebel Mentality
So you want to be a revolutionary?
You want to be a
Revolutionary
Listen brotha
You got ta speak da language
Brotha
You got ta
Articulate
You got ta
Learn the rhetoric
Brotha
Did you know
Brotha
That we are the product of
400 years
Brotha
Slave child
You are
Slave’s child
You are
Not ready

Brotha
The revolution is coming
Brotha
We taking back the land
We built
Brotha
We have to defend our black queens
Brotha
You are
Not ready

Hope you can shoot a gun
Brotha
We goin ta war on dem pigs
Brotha
What’s the ten point platform?
What’s the state gun laws?
Brotha you must educate yo’self
Don’t let them get da best of you
Brotha
Hmm, and you want to be
A revolutionary
You are
Not ready
Are you willing to kill
For the revolution
Are you willing to die
For the cause
Come on, brotha
Whose side are you on?
Look at what dem crackas
Did to our black streets
Look at da school system
Look at what they did to New Orleans
Brotha wake up
Wake up like Skool Daze
Before we back to plantation days
You are
Not ready

Brotha, why are believing them?
Brotha, what did dem crackas ever do for you?
You gonna turn your back on your people?
Just like a brain-washed Uncle Tom
To turn his back on his people
Open your eyes, Brotha
Mister shirt and tie
Mister I got ta go slave
You need to work for the
Revolution
Brotha
Nothin’ but a slave
Sambo coon
You need to open your eyes
Brotha
Look to freedom
Join the revolution
You are
Not ready

Read this pamphlet
Brotha
Come to the demonstration
Brotha
You should talk to our leader
Brotha
Don’t let dem pigs control you
Brotha
You are
Not ready

Fine, keep walkin’
Brotha
The revolution will not be televised
You will miss out
Miss out on your chance
To fight the oppression
Brotha
f*** that
I don’t even know why I call you Brotha
You just like da rest of them
A bunch of Uncle Tom
Fried chicken watermelon eating
Southern porch monkey
And when the revolution comes
I hope you die with them
Nigger.


To understand my words, you must first understand my mind. Balik737
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