We might need some reiteration,
or some type of explanation.
You see I'd like to make an exclamation, about this “Emancipation Proclamation”.
This is an abomination.
I'm still a slave to this evil nation.
Chained by discrimination,
coercion and intimidation.
From slave ships to old plantations,
to Emmett Till and segregation.
Way before Amerikka's creation,
when melanated skin ruled civilization.
From kings and queens, to this generation.
Lost potential. Mindless beings. Unrealistic expectations.
Popped a molly because they want that temporary sensation.
Turned on that rap music. Now it's a party. You can call it a celebration.
Bad Girls Club and the “Real Housewives Of.. some shit” on the tv station.
Went from church girl to club hoe. Momma blamed it on Satan.
Raising babies they couldn't afford to abort, rather than raise their vibrations.
Chakras. The universe. Enlightenment. Dimensions.
Sheeple can't even begin to comprehend the concept of ascension.
Raised eyebrows and puzzled stares signal the obvious confusion
of brainwashed souls, unaware of the 3D world's grand illusion.
They might look at you crazy if you even start to mention,
the government's meticulous blueprint for society's elimination.
So I sit and enjoy my own exhilaration.
Knowledge of self is indeed the best indication
of my freed soul's loud and proud joyful acclamation.
As I dance through Mama Amma, I extend the invitation
to come and create your own Emancipation Proclamation.
Emancipate yourself from conformity's retardation.
Proclaim today as the day of your spiritual elevation.
Go within for the truth and you will find revelations.
Answers to questions spawned by self investigation.
Whatever the problem, enlightenment offers the solution.
With three eyes, you'll see past the smog and pollution.
And come, bring someone, as we witness the evolution
of a modern David versus Goliath. We call it “the revolution”.
