History in Black
Priest Lyrics

I knew life was a myth when I peeped how my mans lived
I realized that life is not what it seems when I saw how my friend lived

At times I can't managed my spirit feel damaged
Sometimes I struggle to handle my emotions and feel broken

Sick through the planet and dammit I can’t stand it
I am deeply affected by the sickness and injustice in this world

I wonder who planned it cause it’s wrong where I was planted
I question who is responsible for the unfair circumstances of my birth and upbringing

Now tell me is it fair that the masons is free
Is it just that those in power have freedom while others suffer?

And your brothers ain’t, they faced with facing this beast
While some escape the burdens, others are forced to confront the harsh realities

Everyday on the street, now this it ain’t a mystery
The struggles faced by marginalized communities are no secret

American history, show they want to get rid of me
The history of America reveals a desire to eliminate and oppress people like me

They want black history, without credit in history
They want to erase and devalue the contributions of black people to history

Some ashamed at they skin, like why was this did to me
Some feel ashamed of their own skin, questioning why they were born into this situation

But what you expect from a culture robbed of they identity
When our culture has been stripped away, it's no wonder we struggle to find our true identities

Spread across the seven seas and you know it ain’t willingly
Our ancestors were forcibly dispersed across the world, against their will

This is blood on the whip, it ain't cadillac paint
The suffering and pain endured by our people cannot be covered up or disguised

She asked why they pursued, then they splattered that brain
Someone questioned why they were being chased, and in response, their brain was destroyed

Tell me is it ok, for a cop to run up in a crib
Is it acceptable for a police officer to invade someone's home?

On some swastika swat sh-- throwing a pen
Engaging in violent and racist acts, using their authority as a weapon

And inside of that crib they just drop a grenade
And inside that home, they recklessly throw a grenade

I ain’t talking just a home I’m talking where the baby lay
Not just any home, but a place where an innocent baby resides

Now was it God’s grace or Satan’s cruel comedic taste
Was it divine intervention or a cruel twist of fate?

That that baby still fighting to live with half a face
Yet, despite the horrific injuries, that baby still fights for survival

Why they want my black life?
Why do they desire to take my life simply because I am black?

Why they want my black soul?
Why do they seek to control and possess my black essence?

Why they try to tell me where I’m from
Why do they attempt to dictate and define my origins?

When they know where I’m from
When they are fully aware of my heritage

And they keep me on the run
And they constantly keep me in a state of fear and constant movement

Police brutality the beast mentality
Police brutality arises from a savage and oppressive mindset

Eat up our young in the streets of poverty
Our marginalized youth are consumed and destroyed in the impoverished streets

Melaninated and devil hated
We are despised for our dark skin by those influenced by evil

They had us sell’d on slaveships cause we fell from the spaceships
We were sold into slavery because we were seen as inferior to those who arrived on spaceships

Metal braces keep up segregated and separated
Structures and systems are in place to maintain segregation and division

I meditated, dream of better places the wu-goo got me medicated
I find solace and hope in meditation, but I also seek escape through substance abuse

The dynamite sticks I hit left me elevated
The drugs I've used have temporarily elevated my state of mind

Check it our pigment will not let me accept your religion
My skin color prevents me from fully embracing and accepting your religious beliefs

Reject from the system, accept ancestor's wisdom
I refuse to conform to a system that oppresses me, instead choosing to honor the wisdom of my ancestors

Y'all not God that's dog backwards
You are not divine, but rather display the negative traits associated with dogs

That's Anubis practice this is Judas blackness
This is a reference to the Egyptian god Anubis, symbolizing betrayal and representing the darker aspects of humanity

Dial y'all like a Uber catch it
I will call you out and expose your true intentions, just like requesting an Uber

This is for the youth or truth
This message is for the younger generation in search of the truth

This not for the loot this for the fruit
This is not motivated by material gain, but rather it bears the fruits of knowledge and enlightenment

You want to know why they want your black life
You seek to understand why they desire to take your life because of your blackness

Because you bring back Christ
Because you possess the qualities and spirit of Christ

You want to know why they want your black soul
You wonder why they are drawn to control and manipulate your black essence

Because it leads to all African gold
Because your blackness holds the ancestral wealth and power of Africa

You want to know the stories been told
You seek to understand the truth behind the narratives that have been shared

And it's true open the scrolls
The truth can be found in ancient texts and knowledge, waiting to be revealed and understood

Black on black crime is engineered as the devil's pit
The creation and perpetuation of black-on-black crime is a deliberate and sinister tactic

I’m trying to save you as if I’m molding you celibate
I am attempting to protect and guide you towards a life of abstinence and purity

It’s pimps pimping moms prize saying don’t sell a bit
Pimps exploit and control vulnerable women, preventing them from selling themselves too cheaply

Sell a lot, you broke th--, get daddy heller rich
If you sell a significant amount, you may gain wealth for your father figure

Kids turn loss trying to find what passion is
Young individuals often struggle to discover their true passions in life

Some get mule'd, smoked and passed as some s--
Some individuals become victims, consumed and discarded like a substance

G-- In the bondage of masochist
We are trapped in a state of suffering and self-destructive behaviors

My habitat attached to where pain sadness lives
I reside in an environment characterized by pain and eternal sadness

But watch out for sirens they cause sirens oh yeah
Beware of both the ambulance sirens that respond to emergencies and the dangerous temptations they represent

See even with day care, h-- don’t know care
Even in places meant to provide care like daycares, love and attention may still be lacking

Get sparked for your Jordan’s it ain’t breezy no air
You may be attacked and harmed for your valuable possessions, and the situation becomes suffocating

The ghetto is an animal, when you look don’t show fear
The ghetto is a dangerous and unpredictable place, where displaying fear can make you a target

Here they popping pass your death tell me that you got this
People are casually taking drugs, risking their lives, without acknowledging the potential consequences

Here they popping till your religion seems it’s Godless
People use drugs to the point where their faith and connection to God become lost

My zone is New York, it’s get the chrome when you talk
I come from New York City, a place where violence and weapons are often used to resolve conflicts

I don’t know what you thought, but when they draw you chalked
I don't know what you expected, but when you become a victim, your body will be outlined with chalk by the police

You just a lost game of hangman, a body in chalk
You are merely a tragic result of the game of life, another lifeless body marked on the ground

You wasn’t fit for the board to play with the Gotti and shark
You were not deemed worthy enough to participate in the dangerous games played by powerful individuals

So what’s the aftermath… the shotty went spark
So, what comes after? The shotgun was fired, causing chaos and destruction

Puzzled trying to get yourself together with your body in parts
Left in a state of confusion, trying to piece together your fragmented body