Letra de Fathers of Civilization - Busta Rhymes

(Feat. Tobe Nwigwe)

All the black people, after gun crime

Just wanted to live, so we could die

So till they think our ways are done

I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)

So till they think our ways are done

I had lived from one slave, it's still (But someday you'll overcome)

Oh, look

All hail the realest nigga breathin' oxygen

My verse serve is what heal niggas like antioxidants

I curse herds of ill niggas who out here profitin' off takin' seeds

Out many niggas hands were to the cotton gin (Oh)

I'm cognizant, I'm tryna father in hysteria

I keep some holla tips, they leave niggas floatin' like mariners

My father's father wasn't bothered

When he told me even Akeem rolled with a Semi comin' to America

Now take a shot for the young queen mother

Who took a couple L's that I suffered and made them W's

Keep me warm as a deuce-deuce inside a bubble goose

If error ever arise in our system, she known to troubleshoot (Oh)

Subtle hues in the eyes of another new baby boy

From my mother goose lets me know that she's touch-gifted

Plus, it might trouble you to see a real nigga couple

Who operate just like whites in nigga barbershops, we cut different (Oh)

So they think our ways are done

I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)

So till they think our ways are done

I had lived from one slave, it's still (But someday you'll overcome)

Since the inception, I'm the original man

It's always been within our birthright

To provide the moon with a shine to reflect and give the earth light

Man is symbolic to the sun, and woman to the earth, right?

Baby symbolic to the stars, fuck your little satellite

Despite the many attempts to alter reality

Divine order is fathers are the foundation of the family

The many structures that lacks its presence is a fatality

To normalize the lack of dad's presence is abnormality

My father enjoyed a good cigar and fine wine

Said he got a good girl by the keeper to destroy y'all is by design

They don't want a strong male presence to influence the kids of the future

They don't want no more Malcolm X's, Mandela's and Martin Luther's

They don't want no more Nat Turner's or Bobby Seale's cause they'll remove ya

No Fred Hamptons, Huey P. Newtons or Kennedys, they'll shoot ya

But they want you to be strong as hell to fight they war when they recruit ya

And replace the father presence to control ya and dilute ya

Damn I love my children, hallelujah

So they think our ways are done

I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)

So till they think our ways are done

I had lived from one slave, it's still (But someday you'll overcome)

So till they think our ways are done

I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)

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