KAM - Neva Again lyrics

[Kam]

Lift every voice and sing

Yeah, but we gon' lift every fist and swing

So save the negro spiritual

It's 1992 and niggaz need a miracle

And no more song and dance

like we shall overcome, and ain't got a chance

Y'all stuck on "I have a dream"

Need to put the picket sign down and get on the team

Stand up and do somethin

Stop beggin for a meal, cause everything is real

Nigga look at yourself, you in hell

Claimin wel-fare, or should I say fare-well

Mr. Christian, you was too spooky

Now Bush wanna slave, and Russia wanna nuke me

And the most you can tell me is love thy enemy?

Stay off the Hennesey

Pops I want freedom, so hand me the nine

You can pray for yours, but I'ma go get mine

Now how long has it been?

For a hundred and thirty-seven years, but neva again

[Kam]

God bless America.. but for what?

How bout God damn America, the slut (yeah)

Now I can name that tune

Cause the land of the free is sellin negroes at noon

But how soon we forget

Mention the holocaust, niggaz have a fit

Sorry it's real but I'm fresh out of tears

Cause lynch that nigga's still ringin in my ears

I want freedom, justice, equality, Islam

So it's hard to keep calm

when I'm accused of bein racist for lovin my people first

Now they wanna put me in a hearse

but black people never made white slaves

And we was too lovin to put Jews in a oven

But the pilgrims wasn't so friendly then

And by the way, I never ate a Indian

So who's the real savage?

Six feet tall on the average

Mark the number of the God damn beast

To the East my brother to the East say neva again

[Kam]

Oh say can y'all see?

It's the home of the slave, land of the never free

America me, the so called negro

with another verse, so here we go

As long as y'all been givin me hell

No wonder there's a crack in the Liberty Bell

to tell on America the Beautiful

The bitch need a facelift, for this race myth

And now for you to pull a caper, kidnap rape her

The penalty is DEATH

Cause we ain't forgave or forgot

blacks bein murdered, tortured and shot

Six hundred million, one-eighty-sevens

It's bringin wrath down from the heavens

So let my people go Pharoahe, the arrow

is point at your dome, and if we don't make it home

Cancel Christmas

Like EPMD we got some "Unfinished Business"

From way back, payback for your sin

So paleskin, tell a friend, neva again