Kwanzaa Roots

Every day I see hypocrites who throw on a dashiki and puff on the ganja, But most of us don't even know the meaning of kwanza From the scratch of a record, To the bang of the drum, And from the most exotic of jungles, To the depths of the slums, We should all search the roots, And find out from where that we come, Embrace your past, and don't ever run, Kenya, Ghana, Nubia and Kush, And I'm not talkin bout the kind when u puff on the bush, Its all a plot they tryna ya brains into mush, Make us think we only good for basketballs and makin em swoosh, Athletes with big feets, Lookin to find skeets, On mean streets, While we rappin to wack beats, They caged us up and treated us like monsters, Yet most of us don't even know the meaning of Kwanza, Feast, celebration, rememberence and libations, Cuz its on the back of our ancestors that's standing this nation, We much more than asthmatics and crack addicts, We heroes like the tuskegee airmen or cripus attucks, we was saving each other posted in the swamps and the attics, 300 years of enslavement and u thought 911 was tragic? And then say we savages, voodoo worshippers and we using black magic, But it was ppl like benjamin banneker and george washington carver that brought us mathematics. How we do from inventing traffic lights, To having freestyle battles for braggin rights, Cussin up a storm and maybe doin a dance, Wear a baggy shirt with a sagg in our pants, Then run to the block, And whip out.a glock, And before the end of the night a young brothergets popped, And now his mama is shocked , Bcuz her son got killed tryna be the next biggie or pac, We watch movies like amistad and hotel rwanda, But you don't really know the true meaning of kwanza, Do you remember the miaffa when we were known as just chattel, And we used to make beats with our chains and their rattles, And we snuck through the underground with Harriet Tubman, Tryna tell the kids be quiet cuz massa is comin. Hide in the swamp and stay in the fog cuz they bringin the dogs, And if we wasnt Running we was fighting like nat turner, Bussin at the klan with black burners, Then after the Civil war and the end of secession, Lincoln set us all free and they put a bullet in his to teach em a lesson, And he was blessing, But where's my 40 acres and a mule? That's my question We hear about the pain the suffering and all of the drama, But we still don't know the true meaning of kwanza, The KKK was on the move , Rosewood was an all black town, White woman screams rape, so the they burned the shit down, And that's really a shame, Because b4 anybody took blame, The klan took aim, They ran up in our homes communities and speakeasies, And then gave us syphillis and called it the expirement of tuskegee, So I ask you mr white man when will you officially free me? We all talkin change and they screamin obama, But we still don't know the true meanin of kwanza, Rosa wouldn't move so they threw her in the slammer, Then they killed king and sent his body back to alabama, Jim crow laws , bus boycotts and strikes, Black panthers black power, a cause to stand and fight, Oops enemy of the state? Bunchy Carter goodnight, Malcolm X sleep tight. The government is like a snake and its ready to bite. But we standing here with triumph and we've come so far, Before anyone else be sure to know who you are, Beautiful it is, this color of black, And the meaning of kwanza is to move forward, you must always look back