Chimurenga Renaissance - It's Time 4u2go lyrics

[unknown vocalist] Yeah Father won't you help me out Huh Father won't you help me out [Chimurenga Renaissance] verse 1 Hehe let's go As I walk through the streets I see my people living in bongs [?] If they can't rhyme or dribble it's back to the black market [?] It's like when a [?] sees a [?] He sees a way out of state [?] He thinks the money and the favor (might) set his mind free But the hood is full of zombs That pupils can't see But their minds are in Babylon You might of well be building temples with clay bricks in Egypt We think we're not effected by the money alliance in Europe [?] and in the [?], we're protected by the same cats that slaved us Stripped our names, made us sit at the back of the bus Got us addicted to [?], then made us blood pressure patients Gave us Cupid and Halloween, then turned into paper Then blamed us for America's crack epidemic J. Edgar Hoover planted that crack to try to delete us But we still here The soldiers The master is slain Not in sheets and chains But it's embedded in our brains And the sad thing is yall don't even know that you're racist Don't want to be black So you call yourself [?] cajun [?] For example we could once in a while quit being coach athletes Yall even give us one hundred mill to drunk and shoot that [?] now Now MCs got [?] We come in [?] Compton teens [?] In the name of Bill Cosby, we didn't NBC [?] President Martin we only figured you sports co*k knockers [?] There had to someone who was cool with John Rockers [?] s**as [unknown vocalist] Father won't you help me out Father won't you help me out Father won't you help me out I need you to help me out Father won't you help me out [Chimurenga Renaissance] verse 2 Now why is that every president that has tried to help my people Got caught cheating? or [?] got k**ed? In fact you've slandered every new role model that we've had All the MJ's, Dr. Jay's, even mister Huxtable, man You see I've been hell slain and slept with many women Now you can't bring that up if I run for president [?] why can't you explain why nobody likes her? Use your scheme, your plots, tries to divide us Takes us our pride From us Our manhood From us Hot damn it why can't you just give us free I can't believe the audacity of those [?] in Africa Who say they ain't trying to give our land up The gig is over This land ain't yours And you're welcome to come back to vacation and tour What gets me is how stupid that you think that I am This whole effing world This ain't your hot damn (neighbor)hood [?] [?] [?] Yall want us to give you a chance to somewhere to find to go I tell you what Some commercial flight Set up north At least we putting you on planes You had us on ships Recapped [?] from other tribes So we couldn't plan a hit All you have to is go up there and just blend in It's not like there's some racist negro up there lynching Uh Don't look at me, man, I'm a long hair And when you go make sure you take your guns and your beer s**as [unknown vocalist] Father won't you help me out Father won't you help me out Father won't you help me out Help me out Help me out I need you to help me out Father won't you help me out Father, father, father Help me out Father won't you help me out Father won't you help me out