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Makes Me Wanna Holler PART II

Makes me wanna holler
Cause I’ve only just begun
Had so much shit to say
I called the first poem
Part I

Makes me wanna holler
That’s why I’ve written you
Got me so damn angry
I had to make part II

Makes me wanna holler
We are the modern slaves
I can see our ancestors now
Turnin in their graves

Makes me wanna holler
Cause they fought all our wars
Hell look at us all today
We don forgot what they were fightin for

They fought for all our rights
The right to sit at the front of the bus
But you wanna take you ass straight to the back
Now you tell me which nigga is whack
The person who fought or the one sittin in the back

The right to be treated with equality and fair
The right to walk in a restaurant and sit in any chair

Many died for the right we take for granted most
They were sprayed, mutilated & killed
So you and I could vote

Makes me wanna holler
We modern Sambo fools
Got our children idealizing
Drugs, hustlers, guns, and video hoes
Rims, crystal, platinum & gold
Looks like with all this freedom
We don lost our souls

Yeah It makes me wanna holler
What a pity
What a shame
All the heros of our past
Are lost faces
With no names

I can hear our ancestors now
Saying …One day wez gon be free
But lookin at how we livin
Uncle Sam’s sittin back laughin
Yuz still a nigga to me

Copyright 2004



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