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    Ridenhour - Walford

    500 years ago one man claimed
    To have discovered a new world
    Five centuries later we the people
    Are forced to celebrate a black holocaust

    How can you call a takeover
    A discovery

    Mass murderer
    This side of the planet
    Most people take it for granted
    502 and still doin
    Give a reason I'm hatin
    October celebratin
    The dead

    Of the black the brown and red
    Sick an tired
    Of bein sick n tired
    Dont jump to conclusions
    Before I clear the confusion
    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
    I'm talkin bout Columbus

    Hit me one

    I dont hate nobody
    I hate that day
    Its as crazy as Hitler day

    Hangin heads and snappin necks
    Splittin up kin
    Makin familys wrecked
    Turned this planet to a sewer
    Provin to all just a lil grab
    Will do ya
    Or do us
    So my disgust
    Got credit from the ones that
    Read it
    Aint blind to the fact
    Of a whack headline
    And if you didn't I pay
    No mind

    That's how I feel
    That's how I feel
    This iz madd real

    But these days
    Is crazy as Hitler day

    I don't hate nobody

    It's impossible to discover a land
    When people are already living there

    Some thanks for the givin
    When times are hard
    & some got the nerve to pray to God
    Aint about turkey
    & cider that gets me sick
    It's that take from the indian trick
    Lookin pretty grim
    When they takin da pill
    From the sucker seekin somethin to kill
    Now he got a day to celebrate
    Aint that a trip
    Cause the indians aint got shit

    May 31st when it comin it hurts
    Remember the dead and it makes me curse
    When they dont include 100 million
    Of us black folks
    That died in the bottom of boats
    I can carry on bout the killin till
    Dusk & dawn
    And war ain't the reason they gone
    Fourth of July a fuckin lie
    When did we ever
    Get a piece of the pie
    Gotta whole day comin
    Without no pay
    Cause a fuckin job
    Cant gimme no play
    Even had enuff I huff & puff
    At brothers sellin the stuff
    Takin in washingtons
    Not they birthdays
    Payback for em makin us slaves

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