Oblivion

We are oppressed We are exploited We are downgraded We are denied not only civil rights But even human rights The only way we are going to get Some of this oppression and exploitation Away from us or assign from us Is come together against the common enemy In order for you and me to provide some kind of method or strategy Who told you to hate the texture of your hair? Who told you to hate the colour of your skin? To such a stent that you bleach to get like the white men Who told you to hate the shape of your nose? And the chape of your lips Who told you to hate yourself? From the top of your head to the sole of your feet Who told you to hate your own kind? Who told you to hate the race that you belong to? So much so that you don't want to be around each other To all set Some of the events or the repetition of the events That has taken place here in Los Angeles We have to go to the root We have to go to the cause You should ask yourself who thought you To hate being what God gave you Meaning with the condition of the self Is not enough And is because of our effort Meaning stream to the root And how fed up we are without compromising our sweet talk We have to go to the root We have to go to the cause Stop sweet talk Tell him how you feel Tell him what type of hell you've been catching And let him know that if he is not ready To clean his house out If he is not ready to clean his house out He shouldn't have a house So, catch on fire and burn it down If you can't control your own brain And your brain controls you... you're F... ked You got to tell your brain Where you want to go... how you want to go How you're going to get there You got to control it... if not, is over You got to control it... if not, it's over Over... is over It's over... over, over