Promised Land

They looking at us different, lord Could it be the reason how they treat us, lord I thought that we had freedom so we can control The life we tryna live to receive your blessings lord I’m not convinced by the way things go Painting all these pictures they seem to come true I’m stuck in mental prison I just need to escape I’m thinking I would find a way I’m the final boss you know you will end up facing But real villains wearing suits called the politicians Don’t like 'em at all don’t like their decision making Racism is alive someone tell Ian MacDonald Australia the promised land full of so many racists Painting black faces then dancing to black music When n****s get shot, watching 'em act they don’t know shit No sympathy at all, would they stand and try to stop it? When they do the crime, only count as individuals When we do the crime you label us all as criminal People suicide and they claim this city most livable This was never your land you stole from aboriginals (aaah) I told you I know it very well Is it a happy ending I won’t tell The current situations unveils The future might end up being hell They looking at us different lord Could it be the reason how they treat us, lord I thought that we had freedom so we can control The life we tryna live receive your blessings lord I’m not convinced the way things go Painting all these pictures they seem to come true I’m stuck in mental prison I just need to escape I’m thinking I would find a way What lies under the surface, is the truth we’ve been searching For I can prove it if you would read the bible But wait it was altered the more we grew conscious Back when they would use it and they made us pray to Jesus Only Christopher I acknowledge is really Wallace Cause Jesus exist like the monsters in my closet I don’t care for religion, it’s just a mental prison They knew the power of belief it made us so Conditioned to believe black skin was a sin Forcing us to bleach just so we can fit in Even though we pure cause we have melanin And back in the pyramids when we were called kings I thought I found peace maybe it only exists, within Fighting with depression I thought I was gonna I win But I lost one I’m learning from Lauryn Hill ‘Cause they miseducate us 'bout the beauty of black skin I told you I know it very well Is it a happy ending I won’t tell The current situations unveils The future might end up being hell They looking at us different lord Could it be the reason how they treat us, lord I thought that we had freedom so we can control The life we tryna live receive your blessings lord I’m not convinced the way things go Painting all these pictures they seem to come true I’m stuck in mental prison I just need to escape I’m thinking I would find a way I’m losing my patience I don’t wanna do this no more I really want to change it I can’t wait to see things unfold I’m losing my patience I don’t wanna do this no more I really want to change it I can’t wait to see things unfold I told you that I know it very well