Angola Lyrics

(Real Hip Hop)

Too late for seeking restitution

Resolutions antiquated

We need fresh solutions

Forty acres ain't equatin to no retribution

Since slavery still basically in destitution

Since slavery still basically viewed less than human

Since slavery still basically viewed less than human

Kings like Nat Cole

Descendants of blacks sold

In a system where recidivism pay cash loads

The imprisonment of black souls is like black gold

These fuckers making trillions thru the tax codes

Pig laws and black codes

Back doors, back roads

Fuck it

Bigots in their black robes

I'm talkin assholes like Frank Polozola

How many blacks holed up in the tanks of Angola

I think it over while sinkin back in the sofa

Jack and Cola

While the sweetest odor of sugar magnolia

From Backwoods and Doja swept over the enclosure

I told ya

How many fuckin niggas down in Angola

I hope this is food for soul for the soldiers

I'm in the stove with bowls of ambrosia

My hand on the smoker, yams and the okra

I told ya it ain't over

We can't stay silent

We gon' riot

Defiant for the culture

Look at Kyle in Kenosha

Took to trial but no closure

Verdict swung

Jury hung like a poster

Shit

I wonder what they woulda done if he was mocha

Instead of white like the Coca

Would that gun be off the holster

Do not come any closer

Do not come any closer

Fair Wayne Bryant you a giant you a soldier

Imagine driving, hearing sirens

Lights behind you, get pulled over

Racial bias and profilin

Say you lyin so they hold ya

In confinement, no asylum

No trial and no closure

No exposure

How you supposed to think it over

Think it over

While you gettin rocks off

I was gettin my rocks up

Stirring pots up

Then served the product like a pot luck

Fuck

Still I burned that block up

Talkin shop up while up in lock up

Drain stopped up

Tryna wash my socks up

We all boxed up in that bitch like she knocked up

Fuck it

I'll pick this Glock up

Put it right to your bucket

I cock it