I’m Not Over You

Verse 1

It's like I have to take it personal
Cause all the pain you brought me and my family's irreversible
You had our southern white forefathers work for you
And black ancestors worked for them, it was the perfect move
The "How to kill a race of people" manual
Putting them on boats and deploy ‘em like they're some animals
Make them work for free with no compensation that's tangible
And watch them kill each other like cannibals
For four hundred years
You made your motive so cut and clear
Conquer and divide once they moved us away
We went from African rulers
Then European intruders made us losers
That's why I don't mess with cruises today
They ask me why my people just want the fortune and fame
Because our self-love was lost the day we all were obtained
And now we're stuck in two lanes, either we ball or complain
I got my record deal; the first thing I bought was a chain

I'm not over you
I'm not over you

Verse 2

You gave us the church, then promised us no further damnation
If we were passive when the masters whipped up hurtful abrasions
They told us pray that you'll see Jesus after learning some patience
Just take the higher road and die and have eternal salvation it's crazy
So many movies have these gripping scenes
With depictions of plantations, the inner schemes
Master, slave babies and lynch mobs and killing sprees
Maybe it's a fact that us Blacks have a submissive gene
That’s what Dicaprio said
I got Django and Color Purple in the back of my head
They abolished you but ostracized us
Three-fifths compromised us, separate, still unequal, we were sadly misled
And I swear we're not over it, the hooks that's on our songs
Scream nigga like it's nothing, we're all looking to belong
So we join gangs, claim sets
We are like the pawns
On the chessboard of life and America wants us gone
We're not over you
I think you know that we're not over you
We still feel the after effects
This country basically told us
Our social status was lower
We tried to march like some soldiers
That's like asking for death
Now the cops are demanding respect
It's so ironic that they get trigger-happy when they're mad and upset
KRS even told us how this plan would connect
Officers were like the overseers
Canceling breath
Dear slavery, your presence it meant a lot to me
You're the reason my melanin level got decreased
White men said our women were disgusting but at night they were sneaking and lusting, see that's hypocrisy
Mistresses got love from Mandingos and now we're obviously, tainted label it robbery
Please don't laugh at my honesty
But I was raised in Flatbush
Jealous of Jamaicans and Basians, Trinis and Haitians, cause there's no national pride with me
My friends had countries they could brag about
Labor Day parade, they would rep with their rags
But me
My fam is deep-rooted from the dirty South
I wasn't waving no confederate flag

I’m not over you

Verse 3

Dear slavery, you switched up our whole trajectory
You're the reason kids in my hood are walking with weaponry
You get all the blame for our women being obsessed with weave
Now look what you did, I got all the ladies upset with me
You're why the youngins wear sagging pants so their boxers show
You turned bottle service in clubs into an obnoxious show
You invented raining on strippers so all their profits show
Then put us on reality TV and made us watch the show
You created mother jokes, forty ounces, Rellos
Diabetes, heart disease, pork rinds, Jell-O
You're responsible for every Tyler Perry movie and like
Eighty-five percent of the humor back on Chappelle's show
You inspired Oprah
Gave DMX hatred
You made childhood hard for Viola Davis
The Baptist Black church got tripled in congregation
Cause we're waiting for a savior to save us, thanks slavery
You're the ghostwriter for rap battlers bars
Tried to make us think we advanced and we're going far
Colored people switched into African-Americans
So the N double A.C.P turned into NAAAA
I'm crying over spilled liquor
It's your fault that every server brings the bill quicker
We don't tip, here's a tip, they think we're still niggers
Because of you Kanye West ain't sign with Hilfiger
Or Ralph Lauren, Givenchy or Vittadini
But he rocked out with Adidas
And nobody sees the BS
Michael Jackson might still be Black, sane and alive
If we didn't let our past life defeat us
Yours truly
I feel like I need a P.S

God help us