Call me
Of course Amerikkka’s got a thing for that thug sh!t
But the truth of it all they got a thing for seeing us fall
They love seeing us dying and all with nothing to show for our lives
Just wasted Winters Summer Springs and Falls
But I am determined to be the difference
Whether I die young or old my life will be one to behold
Filled with truth love and hope no lies murder and dope
But a fulfillment of dreams
You can call me a Liberation machine
Built for the seeking out and gaining all the tools I need
To free the trap wrapped up in hell
I also want to save the ones that fell
Lift them up to the truth
Because the through the dark the light always prevails
I don’t need my shoot gun but I do carry some shells
To shot back the demons that wish to pull me back to hell
But I’m not going back because in fact they don’t want me
Due to something evil which I lacked
I was too morally right too smart and my soul was too bright
So I wasn’t the thing that would help them succeed
But I’m something we all need
A willingness to fight a love of being right
And loyalty through the nights in mental cages and spiritual wells
Even through blasphemous yells the creator knows me well
That’s why thee allows me to call me Ja-
Finish the statement with –lili put them together in Swahili
Call me dignified in one of our mother tongues
And realize that I am of course one of the ones that will lift us high
Because before I die they will realize that I am far from the only one
Willing to live a martyr’s life
So call me the knife of revolution
The call to reason
The end of anti-human treason
Call me Jalili the BOOM of FREEDOM
JABOOM
Yeah it’s copyrighted 2007
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