Journey from Here to Here
Sage Poet
GENRE
[Verse 1: Black Isco]
I think of the knowledge lost when they snatched
Our gods from us
Forgetting to love self, and still God love us
But we’re placing our faith in the state and it so happens
They’ve been able to trade education for programming
Now tell me how can I trust the president
When the hospitals constantly have no medicine
And the cops neglect to protect our residence
But an upgrade of the motorcade takes precеdence
That’s vanity valued morе than humanity
A neglected community loses unity rapidly
Suicide and rape are the results of its apathy
It’s important to ask who has the cure for calamity?
The answer lies within each heart
You’d see it if your vision weren’t completely fogged
Is it not written in law that ye be gods?
You must have what it takes to defeat these odds
[Verse 2: Sage Poet]
Descendants of Cain, trapped in the game’s labyrinth
Illusion of change, mapping the steps backwards
Deluded, mundane, blacks in the band practice
Glorifying pastors and idolizing the trap rappers
Black on black crabs stacked in the same basket
Slogans and hashtags with no action
Black lives matter serving the same masters
Movement of the Pan Afrik sponsored by the same
Fascists. Is it really a movement maybe it’s just stagnant?
Is it fuelling egos through liberating tactics?
Are we moving as people maybe I’m over asking?
I am not attacking the woke movement is just
Distraction. Miracle merchants stacking your tithe taxes
Dope is the hope church is the crack cabin
Coz they Slanging the four gospels it’s all capping
All about desires and gratifying the slave habits
[Verse 3: Phi Ella]
Still hollering black lives matter
I guess they must’ve missed the memo or footnotes we stuck
In the same chapter. Knee to the neck I can’t breathe 7 shots
Ruptured spleen. This daily news a nightmare how this the
American dream. Too many questions not enough answers
They subtly spread hate that eat at you slow like cancer
This ain’t just a west or east predicament
North and south can attest to the times that we been living in
Back home I see it in the eyes of many we lost souls. Can’t see
Past ourselves Ubuntu is a forgotten code. Pop’s say mwatayilira
Mwayiwala mwambo, Can’t help but feel stranger to my culture
What a design flaw, How to reconcile all these indifferences
When you been stripped identity haven’t a clue as to who you is
Its ludicrous preposterous, Fight for a seat at the table when all
They offer is a sip and crumbs
[Verse 4: Spokesman]
Your celebrities are the athletes and singers
Can we celebrate the nurses, doctors and the teachers too?
I don’t mean to sound quasi facetious
But as a society our values are twisted
It’s just too much mimicking
Y’all too focused on the memes
Too much clout chasing too much pretence
Too much propaganda y’all so easily impressed
Man, backbiting is some shit I can’t stand
It’s like the secret to being happy is being happy in secret
It’s just too many people sticking their nose up in my business
And I bite my tongue more than I’d like to admit it
Often times I try to act more than I do speak it
I see people hate people; claiming to be woke
I see people talk bad about people that they don’t know
I’ve been hurt before by people I called my own
It’s sad to say those people don’t sadden me any more
I think of the knowledge lost when they snatched
Our gods from us
Forgetting to love self, and still God love us
But we’re placing our faith in the state and it so happens
They’ve been able to trade education for programming
Now tell me how can I trust the president
When the hospitals constantly have no medicine
And the cops neglect to protect our residence
But an upgrade of the motorcade takes precеdence
That’s vanity valued morе than humanity
A neglected community loses unity rapidly
Suicide and rape are the results of its apathy
It’s important to ask who has the cure for calamity?
The answer lies within each heart
You’d see it if your vision weren’t completely fogged
Is it not written in law that ye be gods?
You must have what it takes to defeat these odds
[Verse 2: Sage Poet]
Descendants of Cain, trapped in the game’s labyrinth
Illusion of change, mapping the steps backwards
Deluded, mundane, blacks in the band practice
Glorifying pastors and idolizing the trap rappers
Black on black crabs stacked in the same basket
Slogans and hashtags with no action
Black lives matter serving the same masters
Movement of the Pan Afrik sponsored by the same
Fascists. Is it really a movement maybe it’s just stagnant?
Is it fuelling egos through liberating tactics?
Are we moving as people maybe I’m over asking?
I am not attacking the woke movement is just
Distraction. Miracle merchants stacking your tithe taxes
Dope is the hope church is the crack cabin
Coz they Slanging the four gospels it’s all capping
All about desires and gratifying the slave habits
[Verse 3: Phi Ella]
Still hollering black lives matter
I guess they must’ve missed the memo or footnotes we stuck
In the same chapter. Knee to the neck I can’t breathe 7 shots
Ruptured spleen. This daily news a nightmare how this the
American dream. Too many questions not enough answers
They subtly spread hate that eat at you slow like cancer
This ain’t just a west or east predicament
North and south can attest to the times that we been living in
Back home I see it in the eyes of many we lost souls. Can’t see
Past ourselves Ubuntu is a forgotten code. Pop’s say mwatayilira
Mwayiwala mwambo, Can’t help but feel stranger to my culture
What a design flaw, How to reconcile all these indifferences
When you been stripped identity haven’t a clue as to who you is
Its ludicrous preposterous, Fight for a seat at the table when all
They offer is a sip and crumbs
[Verse 4: Spokesman]
Your celebrities are the athletes and singers
Can we celebrate the nurses, doctors and the teachers too?
I don’t mean to sound quasi facetious
But as a society our values are twisted
It’s just too much mimicking
Y’all too focused on the memes
Too much clout chasing too much pretence
Too much propaganda y’all so easily impressed
Man, backbiting is some shit I can’t stand
It’s like the secret to being happy is being happy in secret
It’s just too many people sticking their nose up in my business
And I bite my tongue more than I’d like to admit it
Often times I try to act more than I do speak it
I see people hate people; claiming to be woke
I see people talk bad about people that they don’t know
I’ve been hurt before by people I called my own
It’s sad to say those people don’t sadden me any more
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