Martyrs (Steve Biko)

Did that one know the concisions if you cant kill his soul Put him in the box with darknesss Steven was a martyr fighting for the people Africa, the USA they say were not equal The price that we pay that was no Man with a gun was take control Trapped in the ghetto Rest in peace in Heaven gone forever til we met Keep memory awake in my spirit This beast know the price we pay and change with Slay shit ages point ages, racist All the issues kept into the grave and in prison Dad raises us from the prison with a locking vision A plug of killers, police mentality is a The blacker the nigga, the smallest the chance to fit in My people been forgot her for picking Just here raping until you get supplying Sitting and robbing cuz not a is not an option When you are felling instead of they are selling That niggas buying Mama crying and the son die on the line They pull a prod line truly fat, truly defend One third .ever martyrs In prison is the father and find another mamas baby mama do it with the conciseness Did that one know the concisions if you cant kill his soul Put him in the box with darknesss Steven was a martyr fighting for the people Africa, the USA they say were not equal The price that we pay that was no Man with a gun was take control Trapped in the ghetto Come and son of for every new born Another and coming the new . Were the martyrs for the Cuz we are mentally ready for that trap Come take us, save us to my mamas Mamas hands got to try this All try to bang We are not fight but get right cuz rebels on the other . The black feel the shit, feeling in the ghetto We are not equal, why people die for the people Why ...kill for why whistle but I see you I dont see us and your mind dont need us So when they invest in we just mind and justice Is just what it is Should I lie to my kids or tell em life is a bitch Work tonight and Im not see you here daddy Being black and get all the sickness But thinking back as woods as we left promises. Did that one know the concisions if you cant kill his soul Put him in the box with darknesss Steven was a martyr fighting for the people Africa, the USA they say were not equal The price that we pay that was no Man with a gun was take control Trapped in the ghetto For free well cry he and I wanted the trust See the light, read the eyes, realize Ever provable Africa hill Steven was a martyr fighting for the people Africa, the USA they say were not equal The price that we pay that was no Man with a gun was take control Trapped in the ghetto, martyrs, martyrs