You don't know my name

Sitting here looking in the water
Saying damn to myself
I should known the day would come
When they would steal some body else

All the pain they took us through
We shouldn't lasted this long
In the belly of the slave ships
With no chance to go home

On the auction block
Hog fat on my skin
Greasy for the market man
To come buy us for his sins

My wife died in the passage over
Sick from the fecal matter
Eating from filthy hands
Pestilence raging disaster

Paleface raping women and young boys
For their carnal pleasure
Throwing the dead in the ocean
Our soul count they can't measure

The rock of Plymouth is the destination
For the beginning of the end
We'll endure 400 years of degradation
And all the paleface's sin

Kunta Kente, Marcus Garvey or Martin King
All brothers treated the same
They just wanted to hear freedom ring
From lips that accepts no blame

You say we're Spooks being duped
Forced to make a way out of no way
So Shabazz chosen to recoup
hope from darkened days

Allah sent the elite of the soldiers
Though humble as distressed prayers
Though the spooks that you thought you duped
Are now Gods angelic slayers

We weren't to have equal rights
Here in this American divide
Allah wanted you to experience the effect
Of Full fledge genocide

He wanted you to know evil
In a way he couldn't explain
And show you there's no one to call
When you don't know his name