I’m Not Over You

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Verse 1 It's like I have to take it personal Cause all the pain you brought me and my family's irreversible You had our southern white forefathers work for you And black ancestors worked for them, it was the perfect move The "How to kill a race of people" manual Putting them on boats and deploy 'em like they're some animals Make them work for free with no compensation that's tangible And watch them kill each other like cannibals For four hundred years You made your motive so cut and clear Conquer and divide once they moved us away We went from African rulers Then European intruders made us losers That's why I don't mess with cruises today They ask me why my people just want the fortune and fame Because our self-love was lost the day we all were obtained And now we're stuck in two lanes, either we ball or complain I got my record deal; the first thing I bought was a chain I'm not over you I'm not over you Verse 2 You gave us the church, then promised us no further damnation If we were passive when the masters whipped up hurtful abrasions They told us pray that you'll see Jesus after learning some patience Just take the higher road and die and have eternal salvation it's crazy So many movies have these gripping scenes With depictions of plantations, the inner schemes Master, slave babies and lynch mobs and killing sprees Maybe it's a fact that us Blacks have a submissive gene That's what Dicaprio said I got Django and Color Purple in the back of my head They abolished you but ostracized us Three-fifths compromised us, separate, still unequal, we were sadly misled And I swear we're not over it, the hooks that's on our songs Scream nigga like it's nothing, we're all looking to belong So we join gangs, claim sets We are like the pawns On the chessboard of life and America wants us gone We're not over you I think you know that we're not over you We still feel the after effects This country basically told us Our social status was lower We tried to march like some soldiers That's like asking for death Now the cops are demanding respect It's so ironic that they get trigger-happy when they're mad and upset KRS even told us how this plan would connect Officers were like the overseers Canceling breath Dear slavery, your presence it meant a lot to me You're the reason my melanin level got decreased White men said our women were disgusting but at night they were sneaking and lusting, see that's hypocrisy Mistresses got love from Mandingos and now we're obviously, tainted label it robbery Please don't laugh at my honesty But I was raised in Flatbush Jealous of Jamaicans and Basians, Trinis and Haitians, cause there's no national pride with me My friends had countries they could brag about Labor Day parade, they would rep with their rags But me My fam is deep-rooted from the dirty South I wasn't waving no confederate flag I'm not over you Verse 3 Dear slavery, you switched up our whole trajectory You're the reason kids in my hood are walking with weaponry You get all the blame for our women being obsessed with weave Now look what you did, I got all the ladies upset with me You're why the youngins wear sagging pants so their boxers show You turned bottle service in clubs into an obnoxious show You invented raining on strippers so all their profits show Then put us on reality TV and made us watch the show You created mother jokes, forty ounces, Rellos Diabetes, heart disease, pork rinds, Jell-O You're responsible for every Tyler Perry movie and like Eighty-five percent of the humor back on Chappelle's show You inspired Oprah Gave DMX hatred You made childhood hard for Viola Davis The Baptist Black church got tripled in congregation Cause we're waiting for a savior to save us, thanks slavery You're the ghostwriter for rap battlers bars Tried to make us think we advanced and we're going far Colored people switched into African-Americans So the N double A.C.P turned into NAAAA I'm crying over spilled liquor It's your fault that every server brings the bill quicker We don't tip, here's a tip, they think we're still niggers Because of you Kanye West ain't sign with Hilfiger Or Ralph Lauren, Givenchy or Vittadini But he rocked out with Adidas And nobody sees the BS Michael Jackson might still be Black, sane and alive If we didn't let our past life defeat us Yours truly I feel like I need a P.S God help us