Tino Mgazi - Dear Franz Fanon lyrics

[Chorus : T Christian] Ankle chains covered in blood I can't believe we were blind to survive Enemies holding us down A black man's struggle Living wound,it cannot be shut Whips and scratches all over my It's a pain,a black man's struggle [ Verse 1 : Tino Mgazi ] Dear Franz Fanon I've been a fan of your work If i could take all your thoughts And maybe share with the world I see my people lookin happy No more evil f**in racists See my n***as graduatin Put a stop to mental slavery Put a stop to mental slavery! How can a brother be when we live in a monopoly? Holding on to their dreams while they living in poverty Why is it always been the black man who is suffering Does it have to do with melanin? How many n***as have died on these streets,wait! who gives a f** That's the price we gonna pay just for being African Then i rather die for my people like Steve Biko Cause I'm black as they come like the dot in my eye Black and I'm proud like I'm Malcolm X,Marcus Garvey,Maummar Gaddafi,Robert Sobukwe Hope for the better Black lives matter As we watch our blood splatter uh [ Verse 2 : Nu-tek ] See my words i live in it's vividness Pictures to you I paint it an age in the mind Not knowing I'm prolonging time Urgency on the mind Mind blown by the state of the city I don't know See i'm mind blown My head on current inside my soul I'm holding onto life alone My goal was blocked denied they claimed to fixed ride I'm black and black do lie Trust in me we will fly sh** I heard that before Ain't no worries chuck the deuces if the agent at the door See my brothers on the road ducking bullets they should know We go burn to ground f** the limits all around We go burn to ground See my words I live in it's vividness pictures to you Me I bled and took the pain for you These veins were drained and washed away in rain See we cleansed again, I still remain the same [Chorus : T Christian] Ankle chains covered in blood I can't believe we were blind to survive Enemies holding us down A black man's struggle Living wound,it cannot be shut Whips and scratches all over my It's a pain,a black man's struggle [Instrumentals]