Mourning

Recreate the phalanx, spears at that angle
This fight is for our lives & Zulu is the failsafe
Blood spilled all over ribbons star spangled
You’d think we were the Wendigo, how white men never feel safe
Police were always tasked: go and round up all the freed slaves
Never free at last, have us searching for the real tapes
Grew up Brooklyn ‘88
Perpetual police state
They walked the beat, whistled Dixie
Pointed nightsticks in our face
Taught that chokehold, ran amuck
Then deemed it all illegal? Wait?
…
I hear another Black body falling
Black star extinguished before he found his calling
Cuffed up in the backseat, hands behind the Black
But yet and still we shoot ourselves?!?
What kind of sense is that??
Dutton said the hunt was on, the prey- the Men in Black
Rebel’s the only option, all the passive hit the back
And all my Rebel Massive, green and red and then the Black
The tide is soon to turn, a flood of Forty Nights in fact
Feeling lucky test the theory, kill another boy that’s Black
And you’ll have this Boom Bap Zulu
Out the trees like Ceasar’s Back!!
It’s the rebirth of the dawn of the fear of the Planet Black!
It’s the rebirth of the dawn of the fear of the Planet Black!

But every nigga on my block
Can’t stop, and he won’t stop, and he don’t stop (repeat 7X)