Black Messiah

Dad said get on my knees
It'll protect me from the evil
Hard to believe in religion that was forced upon my people
Young Black and Reckless
Looking for something to believe in
Got on Tru Religions
Mary made my lungs Black like my Jesus
And Christians on my feet got it
Looking like my souls (soles) bleeding
Drown me in my sins until I meet a whi*te Jesus
Baptize me wash away the culture that I'm breathing
Put whi*e Jesus in a crackpipe
Just to have us all feigning
Ask Why
We bear (bare) arms
Like tank top cuts
Cuz archaeologists find our bodies
Before our nose turn up
Erasure of Negroid features
We don't know no love
Mistranslate my hieroglyphics
Tell me I show no love
F*ck that
All Black leather
Look straight out of rhythm Nation
Timbs Black suede
Reflect Grey
So my Blacks clash
Like Dominicans and Haitians
To my people dead and gone
Pour liquor in the grass
It's not wasted
That's the post traumatic slave syndrome libation
And that's real

Somebody praying for the things I take for granted
Grateful for my journey
Though it don't work as I plan it
It's all in me I understand it
I'm the power
I'm the mercy
Know it's in me and I'm standing
And I just can't tell it all
I've been walking down this road too long
And I just can't tell it all
No ways tired
I don't walk alone

So if Harriet was Moses
Saw the vision she was chosen
If Nat Turner talked to God and was emboldened
If we knew the lessons before they even let us go
And read the Bible quoting
All I'm saying is ni*gas put sh*t in motion
Aye hear me out
The darker the berry
The sweeter the juice
The more refined the feet in the furnace
The bronzer she grew
My feet burnished bronze and my hair wooly too
You gotta write this all down
Before they say my hair blond and eyes blue
I'm spitting scripture
The cops tryna crucify me cuz I'm getting bigger
The opps tryna crucify me had to pick a switch up
The rise of the Black Messiah do you get the picture
I'd die if it means eternal life for all my ni*gas
Here to see another day
Oh yeah the sun has risen
Paul know the witness
Black disciples back up on a mission
The last supper was chitlins and fried chicken
Messiah was a moor
The crucification was the lynching

Somebody praying for the things I take for granted
Grateful for my journey
Though it don't work as I plan it
It's all in me I understand it
I'm the power
I'm the mercy
Know it's in me and I'm standing
And I just can't tell it all
I've been walking down this road too long
And I just can't tell it all
No ways tired
I don't walk alone

If you're going through h*ll keep going
Don't stop in the fire
Gotta take it higher
If you're going through h*ll keep going
Gotta push it to the wire
You the Black Messiah