What's Happening? (feat. Adam Hill)

No, I wasn't born in Ghana But Africa's my momma And I did not end up here from bad karma Or for b-ball, selling mad crack, or rappin' Peter Tosh tried to tell us what happened He was sayin' If you black, then you African He was sayin' If you black, then you African He was sayin' If you black, then you African So they had to kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Through the lights, cameras and action Freeze frames with the killer captions Bloody bodies With the hue of the darkest Africans Time passes Slave trades and birth of nations Universe expanding But you're still being the same constellations Candid conversations when I have to Never pledge allegiance to a flag or a Babylonian statue Statutes for the uneducated Poor and hungry So Pac wrote Daniel Translated "Only God Can Judge Me" Remember that When you're racing for assimilation Compromising creation You're thinking it's integration But integration requires Adoption of practices from both sides Trapped in a colonized condition And when thoughts collide Indoctrination Or the industrial prison complex Either you're a man Or you're another man's conquest So keep killing In the meantime it only gets worse The cost curve is flatter than the planet Earth No, I wasn't born in Ghana But Africa's my momma And I did not end up here from bad karma Or for b-ball, selling mad crack, or rappin' Peter Tosh tried to tell us what happened He was sayin' If you black, then you African He was sayin' If you black, then you African He was sayin' If you black, then you African So they had to kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Digesting data To ascertain a human's worth As you pay taxes As a deposit for a lot that you inhabit While corporations Master manipulation Take buyouts from your taxes Then avoid statutory taxation While most emcees master in complication I've mastered the art of concrete simplification Since I study mathematics in my free time I know PHDs who see me and immediately take a b-line Although it's all ordered by the divine According to Ramses hieroglyphs Most men are part feline So give me space And let me build with my people Presidential voting The lesser of two evils Navigating daily With people who say they hate me Living in the system But losing myself gracefully Get yours Watch as the prophetic wheel rolls And put a few Harriett Tubmans in your billfold No, I wasn't born in Ghana But Africa's my momma And I did not end up here from bad karma Or for b-ball, selling mad crack, or rappin' Peter Tosh tried to tell us what happened He was sayin' If you black, then you African He was sayin' If you black, then you African He was sayin' If you black, then you African So they had to kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him Kill him