Protoculture (Sankofa) Songtext

von Cipher

What sardony.
This alien bitterness I'm fed.
Deuteronomy Chapter 5, Verse 10, "I bestow mercy down to the thousandth generation, on the children of those who love me and keep my commandments”.
They round us all up.
They ordered us dead 100 thousand, thousand men, women, and children.
Shackled like chattel. Beat 'til we bled. And they all said.
Round 'em all up. round kill em dead.
Cut off his hair.
Cut off his head.
Burn the remnants of what was left.
Lie to their children while we all rape them.
Whore all their women.
Whore all their men.
Pillage the beauty.
Steal the brilliance that beats in the heart of every human.
Do away with the firmament of the heavens.
This is my response.
An action an ideal a picture a thought.
I bought the cross stationed in the wars I've fought. the souls that they've processed: An object.
A loss.
What heavens.
Brilliance deadening.
(Murder makes murder) Who ever heard of peace when they're carrying the dreaded beast in our bodies enemies never cease with their army. Pacify me try to calm me with your lies and crockery.
Who look funny? run up in your piece with dark beats and black money.
Act crummy.
Feel the wrath.
It's happening.
The legacy of the backwards reckoning.
The fools drumming to the beat of next coming.
New world COINTELPRO operation. The process of inflation to end the nation of men who make revolution occupation.
I've seen with my eyes the eclipse of hope and nothing but darkness.
I and my brethren in this place displaced in disgrace my race your face As we're caught in a rift between the rapture of the new darkness and the dawning of light we lay barren like carrion.
Exposed to sardony from the old enemy.
Ending where it began.
(ISRAELITES) we will come to understand and expand like the universe, in all directions.
(ETHIOPES) seek and you will learn perspective.
An elective course of human interactions.
(MUST RETURN) Predilection to the enslaver's perversion?
What happened?
(TO THE FOLD) Wicked.
Forces.
Making latent hatred Akin to the satin races take in cake in all the raping killing hatred fiending aching wretched, villain, blatant, naked, nascent, waking, ancients, bleeding, god forsaken.
TIL SANKOFA.
PROTOCULTURE.
Sustenance on the backs of men.
Wickedness to satisfy your wicked ends.
Swine, filthy beast just release what's within.
What heavens.
Brilliance deadening.