A blackman vision, with no decision
You don’t see it, the resentment
You are not a part of their crazy ass system.
To like you no laws can make them why do you want them?
Born to lose, mistrusted and confused
Brainwashed, cheated and victimized and abused.

The ones killed, the ones still here.
Everyone pretend they are blind, but the history is clear,
It’s not hard to find, its just left behind.
Most times destroyed, to put their plan in your mind.
Just look around you, the history shows true.
Through the ism and schisms, and all the dirty dealings.
There’s no vision and no just decision.

He’s black like his vision, everybody cries out.
Nobody wants to stop his pain, who really cares? I shout!
Who do we blame, for the blurred vision of the Afrikan?
His color is his pain, who’s to blame ?
We see it in history, why the shame?
After kidnapping him from his motherland.
To break his spirit and to condition his brain.
They have used the whips and chains, and now cocaine.
Taken to faraway lands, seeing’ families torn apart.
Now you see them abusing each other, with a broken heart.

They used hoodwinking with low and top ranking.
Even changing our names to affect our thinking.
They wanted to affect the new generation.
The fruit to the future of the Afrikan nation.
It’s so many from one, we know what must be done.
The Afrikan decision, is the only one.

For the Afrikan in his division
Togetherness is the best decision.
Because the Afrikans with the blurred vision.
He or she will perish in the valley of division.
Just remember he don’t need all of us
He just entice the ones that fight and fuss
So you better become more conscious
Just remember they use the minority.
That’s what controls the history....for the blackman.......