Over 300 years ago on the 

Coast of the Mother Land


The greed of some black brothers


Sold their people into the white hand.





They cried don't sell me...My Brother


For we are beautiful and jealously admired


Not something to be captured for profit or even acquired.





Yet they were sold into slavery


Because of their strength.


Both brothers and sisters


Beared whippings at length.





We have suffered together


Me and You black brother.





Your sisters beared children knowing


Some of them of were not yours.


They were forced even as children, 


To be the master's breeding whores.





We have suffered together,


Me and you black brother.





So take me off of your street


Where your words are bitter...without sweet.


Take me out of your preach


In a degrading rapper's beat.


How can you rest while Time-Warner uses you

To churn a money machine on 

Your mother's and sister's breast.



Why paint a disgusting portrait in the minds of men

Against the black daughters?

Why cause our character to be

Abused like in past slaughters?




Yes, rap about the pain of the inner cities


Where our children die young.


Rap about America's disgusting oppression 


Of the black daughter and son.





But don't dishonour me, your sister...my brother


Don't sell me, your sister...my brother.


For we are beautiful and jealously admired


Not something to be captured for profit or even acquired.