Bewitched - Firehymn lyrics

My mind and soul

Haven't like this

This love between us no more exists

This my song to the most high, who created all life on earth

Like the birds that fly, the sweet the air we breathe

All plants and trees, the sun, and every planet in the galaxy

Yo, they feeding us bullshit with all these books

We didn't ask to be here we got took

Enslaved, and killed, we was raped and hung

We was lied to, and forced to build America

We was robbed of our technology, and knowledge of self

The Black man, is the original man of this earth

We can live under the sun, it give us strength

The White man gets sun burn, and cancer of the skin

I got a lot of white friends, I'm not a racist

I acknowledge the most high, I'm not an atheist

I just tell see trough the bullshit, and speak my mind

They terrified of my words, so they censor my rhymes

Good lord I'm crying out to you, have mercy

On the slave masters souls, they did us dirty

They don't give a fuck, about they own poor white trash

Just imagine how they feel about my black ass

Fuck Christopher Columbus, the Indians was here first

And fuck the Vatican, the pyramids is older

Shot off the nose and lips of our statues

Mad it was black faces, that was staring 'Back at you'

We even built pyramids on Mars, they won't tell us about that

'Cause then we'd realize who we are

When I wrote 'Pearly Gates' they said I hated God

So I wrote this song the creator the all

My world is empty without you baby (without you)

This my song for the Almighty the first and the last

Your bloodline is alive and healthy

These people don't scare us

They call us niggers so much we wear it

It's like a reminder don't forget it

It's no forgiving, the evils that got the whole world possessed

Under the spell, of the mightily green dollar bill

Got us running 'round shooting people up, beating people up

Sticking people up, selling people drugs

Genocide, suicide, homicide, murder

These are the things that we see being brought up

In cartoons, movies, and history books

We go outside, and it's the real gun smoke

Lil' niggas in the hood got car bomb burners, fifty-two shot banana clips

Lil' devil kids getting locked up for life, and do it on purpose

We fearless, and numb to the pain and the hurting... Lord!

My world is empty without you baby (without you)