The Hate That Hate Produced

Hey, Junior, where's everybody going?

Man, we's free, we finna get our freedom

What? But Master Thomas's been good to us

Why are we leaving? Why are we leaving now?

(Souljah, Souljah, Souljah, Souljah)

The time for scared, lip-trembling, word-changing

Self-denying, compromising, knee-shakin' black people is over

If you have something to say, speak up with authority and conviction

If not, sit down and shut up

We have to have the power to tell the truth

To say whatever is necessary, to do what needs to be done

Whatever it is, no matter who it may hurt

Tell who I am (tell 'em)

Tell 'em who I am

Souljah was not born to make white people feel comfortable

I am African first, I am black first

I want what's good for me and my people first

And if my survival means your total destruction, then so be it

You built this wicked system

They say two wrongs don't make it right

But it damn sure makes it even!

Yeah, you can speak and all of that

But can you rhyme, Sister?

Souljah's creating the statements I'm stating

Meant to be real, never accommodating

I give it to you straight, I don't water it down

No need to debate, I don't change it around

Well, if the truth hurts, well, then you'll be in pain

And if the truth drives you crazy, you'll die insane

Then you can tell Ted Koppel, and even Dan Rather

Cameras and light won't affect the matter

Yeah, I know your nerves are wrecked to hear a woman that's a rebel

Well, you heard the bass, but Souljah's the treble

Experts, scientists, PhD's

Souljah pays no homage to a paper degree

My mind is mine, my thoughts are a friend to me

Damn your color and white world supremacy

Got ya drippin' and sweatin', you can't believe what I said

Wait for me to change my mind

Hold your breath, you'll be dead

Dead, dead, dead