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Only If You Knew


Only if you knew who you are,
"Ye are Gods," nothin less
We're the first and the last
Manifested in the flesh
Thats correct
My people check
Don't believe in my word?
Ask your self
Who deceived us
And the rest
Matter of fact,
Go investigate,
Set the record straight
All the lies and the hate
On your plate
Was given to us
From the state
Of the minds from the kind
That are pale in the face
Penetrate all deceits
From the beast
That'll feast on
Our grace, its a shame
Matter of fact, it's a game
Just to keep us in a cage
But we can break loose
From the noose
When we're introduced to the truth
We're the proof
Of our power in a group...
Forever lasting,
On the other hand
The other man
Is only lasting for a night...
Ask him,
Who's the dawn of a new morning?
Black Men!
And don't forget my queens,
We were black kings back then
Building pyramids was just practice
Try and copy we
You get actors, actress
Giving false facts is
Just another scheme
To mislead from who are the real
 cleopatras,
Tap in
Who you really are, you can see
Not the all seeing eye, but the "G" (God)
Which is all in the "B"
And the "B", that is bliss
Which exists in the minds of the rich
But the trick was to have us
Thinking in the sense
Of a benz, and bad bitch...
Thats a trip
Down the wrong path
And if it's not wrong then it's long,
Who you gone ask?
Try me, 'cus I'm free from the traps,
Not afraid of the strange stares
From the brain dead blacks
Their beleifs are the chains                                                                                                          From the same land gangs that Invaded every land,
Through manipulating man
And his-story they promote
Which are lies, just to gain
And advance
Thats a phase we can break
'Cus the true inner you ban
Commands from the snakes
If you fall for the tricks
Then you fall from the grace
Of your throne, 'cus you longed
For the fame and the wealth,
Now their time's at an end
But to us they'll never tell...  It's
Messed up,
The power of my heart
 wants to help
So take  a  step up until  we  Overstand 
The greater  power of the  self...
This is just a mission
For attention of the chosen ones Missing
And a vision given to me
In an instance
But this was meant to be, and Destiny
Revealed beginnings of the
Power that is sitting on a
Dark skin's pigment
 Never was appealing to
Follow behind the ignorant
So I decided my inner guidance
Would only end it
And lo and behold
We are the ones that we chose
And only you would've known
That a black man
Was sent in...
Only if you knew
Why you call yourself a Christian
Or why they named him Jesus
But that, they'll never mention
Only if you knew the truth
What would it mean,
Could it be another means
That alludes to our roots
Yes indeed, we become free
From the spoofs, which are loops
That we need to break, elevate,
And get a better view...
They were at the bottom,
We were sitting at the top
This is not to brag, just to remind what we forgot
But being blind to the facts
Only makes us think we're not
But we are, switch it up
And we can see just who we are


-NOIRGOLD-

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