Chubb Rock - Black Trek IV - The Voyage Home lyrics

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Intro/Chorus:

Ninety-two! The rebel comes back

I wanna go home, so won't you please go home

I wanna go home, so won't you go home

I wanna go home, so won't you please go home

I wanna go home, so nigga go home

Verse One:

Yo, it's burning in Paris, Demaris, the madness, I've had this

The sadness, even Gladys, lost her Pips

It means it's time to make a trip to Johannesburg

I don't care -- what the word is about

Cause my history has to spout

From all over the land while I eat some trout

Cause America, my motherland ain't hearing ya

If I can catch her, Thatcher damn I'll use my Derringer

Political polls calls for death tolls, bullet holes

Wolves in the fold

The sum can't be greater than the whole

But many have died -- died while they cried

Pearl Harbord ninety-two, that's the idea

I mean Port Natal it's right there

The revolution won't be televised this time

The schematics draw from the mind

Besides physical we need mental fighters

For the destruction of the vipers

The coffee without the sugar and the cream is too strong

And we're back where we belong

Chorus

Verse Two:

The winners, legends or beginners

Get on the scene and then they turn into sinners

Yes they say they're a born again christian

read a bible but they're really on a mission

That's hostile so sing your gospel

Check the region of the first man fossil

Plain truth embedded in hieroglyphics

The specifics of american civics get real sticky

Rap has put it back on track

With hard core conscious rap

But magazine fiends aim for the gut

What should I do? Keep my mouth shut?

Hell no! The editor scandal predator

Hip-Hop predator racist pig etcetera

Political henchmen why you never mention

Is it because you're trying to save your pension?

A lot of power and strength locked away in prison

Yeah yellow journalism cause we delete love

And push the word in our songs

And we're back where we belong

Chorus

Verse Three:

We need some kind of power, some kind of skill

Keep one FB-I/eye open cause you know they wanna kill us

Cause we're dangerous to their plan

We rule the whole damn land

Basketball, baseball, music, TV, movies, even art

But they're smart

Somehow makes us fight among ourselves

Place pictures of our prophets upon their shelves

They kill this, kill that one, paid us to kill him

Such a bright future now looks dim

But the empire will strike back with much more than a rap

How're you gonna react

I once said burn the plueprints on the counterattack to redeem

Causer racial peace is our dream

But it's a dream we have that won't come true

We've been talking peace for a few

Black is not, it never left

I don't need no beads placed around my chest

To be considered a black man

A picture of Malcolm is not on my wall

He's in my heart, that's smart

And then there's Uncle Toms that's partial

And kids that don't know Thurgood Marshall

Grab gold of reality G real strong

We're going back to where we belong

Chorus