Oblivion

We are oppressed
We are exploited
We are downgraded
We are denied not only civil rights

But even human rights
The only way we are going to get
Some of this oppression and exploitation
Away from us or assign from us
Is come together against the common enemy

In order for you and me to provide some kind of method or strategy
Who told you to hate the texture of your hair?
Who told you to hate the colour of your skin?
To such a stent that you bleach to get like the white men
Who told you to hate the shape of your nose?

And the shape of your lips
Who told you to hate yourself?
From the top of your head to the sole of your feet
Who told you to hate your own kind?
Who told you to hate the race that you belong to?
So much so that you don't want to be around each other
To all set

Some of the events or the repetition of the events
That has taken place here in Los Angeles
We have to go to the root
We have to go to the cause

You should ask yourself who thought you
To hate being what God gave you
Meaning with the condition of the self
Is not enough

And is because of our effort
Meaning stream to the root
And how fed up we are without compromising our sweet talk
We have to go to the root
We have to go to the cause

Stop sweet talk
Tell him how you feel
Tell him what type of hell you've been catching
And let him know that if he is not ready
To clean his house out

If he is not ready to clean his house out
He shouldn't have a house
So, catch on fire and burn it down
If you can't control your own brain
And your brain controls you, you're fucked

You got to tell your brain
Where you want to go the way you want to go
How you're going to get there
You got to control it, if not, is over
You got to control it, if not, it's over
Over, is over
It's over, over, over