[unknown vocalist]
Yeah
Father won't you help me out
Huh
Father won't you help me out
[Chimurenga Renaissance] verse 1
Hehe let's go
As I walk through the streets
I see my people living in bongs [?]
If they can't rhyme or dribble it's back to the black market [?]
It's like when a [?] sees a [?]
He sees a way out of state [?]
He thinks the money and the favor (might) set his mind free
But the hood is full of zombs
That pupils can't see
But their minds are in Babylon
You might of well be building temples with clay bricks in Egypt
We think we're not effected by the money alliance in Europe
[?] and in the [?], we're protected by the same cats that slaved us
Stripped our names, made us sit at the back of the bus
Got us addicted to [?], then made us blood pressure patients
Gave us Cupid and Halloween, then turned into paper
Then blamed us for America's crack epidemic
J. Edgar Hoover planted that crack to try to delete us
But we still here
The soldiers
The master is slain
Not in sheets and chains
But it's embedded in our brains
And the sad thing is yall don't even know that you're racist
Don't want to be black
So you call yourself [?] cajun [?]
For example we could once in a while quit being coach athletes
Yall even give us one hundred mill to drunk and shoot that [?] now
Now MCs got [?]
We come in [?] Compton teens [?]
In the name of Bill Cosby, we didn't NBC [?]
President Martin we only figured you sports co*k knockers [?]
There had to someone who was cool with John Rockers [?]
s**as
[unknown vocalist]
Father won't you help me out
Father won't you help me out
Father won't you help me out
I need you to help me out
Father won't you help me out
[Chimurenga Renaissance] verse 2
Now why is that every president that has tried to help my people
Got caught cheating? or [?] got k**ed?
In fact you've slandered every new role model that we've had
All the MJ's, Dr. Jay's, even mister Huxtable, man
You see I've been hell slain and slept with many women
Now you can't bring that up if I run for president
[?] why can't you explain why nobody likes her?
Use your scheme, your plots, tries to divide us
Takes us our pride
From us
Our manhood
From us
Hot damn it why can't you just give us free
I can't believe the audacity of those [?] in Africa
Who say they ain't trying to give our land up
The gig is over
This land ain't yours
And you're welcome to come back to vacation and tour
What gets me is how stupid that you think that I am
This whole effing world
This ain't your hot damn (neighbor)hood [?] [?] [?]
Yall want us to give you a chance to somewhere to find to go
I tell you what
Some commercial flight
Set up north
At least we putting you on planes
You had us on ships
Recapped [?] from other tribes
So we couldn't plan a hit
All you have to is go up there and just blend in
It's not like there's some racist negro up there lynching
Uh
Don't look at me, man, I'm a long hair
And when you go make sure you take your guns and your beer
s**as
[unknown vocalist]
Father won't you help me out
Father won't you help me out
Father won't you help me out
Help me out
Help me out
I need you to help me out
Father won't you help me out
Father, father, father
Help me out
Father won't you help me out
Father won't you help me out