For Realin'

by Zamounde the Footstepper & Tracy Mckever

That feelin'
Raises us up to the ceilin'
For realin'
Through life obstacles
Can't no one mess with us
Don't ya' know
When you in love
With a people
Ready for any and all
Even to take a sacrificial fall
In the fight for us
We must unite
Not become one
Maintain our individuality
Under a similar commonality
For the sole purpose of survivin'
Rough like "The Spook Who Sat by the Door"
What for?
Ready for the mission/plan
To tell the inhibitors no more
To build a bridge to the future
With foundations on both shores
To wipe away the game scores
We must have mettle
And be tattle-tells no more

Building bridges over troubled waters
Freeing chains from the minds of our sons and daughters.
Trying not to fall victim to this mental slaughter.
Trying to wash my brain
By telling me things have changed
While your stance and stare remain the same
Who wears the mask that grins and lies?
Trying to pull the sheep over my eyes
Pretending that they want my people to rise?
This whole thing is a joke
I see clearly through the gun smoke
Your grasp is too weak to keep me in yoke.
Oh what a feelin'
A scene so unappealing
A nation driven by wheelin' and dealin'.
The score will be settled
Hitting harder than the heaviest metal
Coming straight from the mouth of the blackest kettle.

For Realin' by Zamounde the Footstepper & Tracy Mckever

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