13. Native Sun

Native Sun by Professor A.L.I.

Don’t tell me that race is unimportant

While your sportin’,( I see you) kicks made by black orphans

All you can eat like Warren, we eat porridge

1 percent proportion, you purport to be supportin’

Importance, placed upon your own organs

Human trafficking, sacking along the river Jordan

By armies from the Northern, a parable dormant

In minds, like the “parable of the doorman”

“Open up the gates to Babylon,” screams the foreman

AKA the leader of the four horsemen–warnem’,

Generals v.  federals on endorphins

Drawbridge opens, lever pulled by warden

un-sheath swords & prepare for the war friend

In a moment’s notice, you pulled to the warfront

This is a metaphor, for your hammer Thor moment

A message to my souljahs* holdin’ down fort, yeah

I put ‘em on, introduce the young souljahs

Keep it positive, always cite to your sources

Knowledge, not just college, get educated!

Otherwise your robots, all (everyone) else medicated

Satiated with a piece of the pie, but we raise fists

We can’t be lured to ignorance with your gifts

No record deal, it’s all good, we’re fundraisers

And keep giving back until all our peoples raise up!