i'm a african
Singer:dead prez
yo turn this motherfucking shit up!
my nigga d.r. nigga the red is for the blood in my arm
the black is for the gun in my palm
and the green is for the tram that grows natural
holdin the smoke from the herb in my abdomen
somewhere in between n.w.a. and p.e. i'm black like steve biko
raised in the ghetto by the people
fuck the police you know how we do
ayo my life is like roots it's a true story
it's too gory for them televised fables on cable
i'ma a runaway slave watching the north star
runnin with the gun on my palm
never was an african-american
blacker than black i take it back to my origin
same skin hated by the klansmen
and i know what's happenin
and i know what's happenin
do you know what's happenin?
and i know what's happenin
cuz i'm a people army for life
no i wasn't born in ghana
and i did not end up here from bad karma
selling mad crack or rappin
peter tosh try to tell us what happened
he was sayin if you black then you african
cuz he was teachin the children
he was tryin to drop us a real gem
that's why we bucking holes in the ceilin when we hearin
and j.a. new york and cali
no it ain't 'bout where you stay
my environment made me the nigga i am
uncle sam came and got me and arrested my fam
try to infiltrate and murder off the best of my clan
all her life and still strugglin
i blame it on the government and say it on the radio
and if you don't already know
all these uncle tom ass kissin niggas got to go