Martyrs (Steve Biko) - Reks

Did that one know the concisions if you cant kill his soul

Put him in the box with darknesss

Steven was a martyr fighting for the people

Africa, the USA they say were not equal

The price that we pay that was no

Man with a gun was take control

Trapped in the ghetto

Rest in peace in Heaven gone forever til we met

Keep memory awake in my spirit

This beast know the price we pay and change with

Slay shit ages point ages, racist

All the issues kept into the grave and in prison

Dad raises us from the prison with a locking vision

A plug of killers, police mentality is a

The blacker the nigga, the smallest the chance to fit in

My people been forgot her for picking

Just here raping until you get supplying

Sitting and robbing cuz not a is not an option

When you are felling instead of they are selling

That niggas buying

Mama crying and the son die on the line

They pull a prod line truly fat, truly defend

One third .ever martyrs

In prison is the father and find another mamas baby mama do it with the

conciseness

Did that one know the concisions if you cant kill his soul

Put him in the box with darknesss

Steven was a martyr fighting for the people

Africa, the USA they say were not equal

The price that we pay that was no

Man with a gun was take control

Trapped in the ghetto

Come and son of for every new born

Another and coming the new.

Were the martyrs for the

Cuz we are mentally ready for that trap

Come take us, save us to my mamas

Mamas hands got to try this

All try to bang

We are not fight but get right cuz rebels on the other.

The black feel the shit, feeling in the ghetto

We are not equal, why people die for the people

Why… kill for why whistle but I see you

I dont see us and your mind dont need us

So when they invest in we just mind and justice

Is just what it is

Should I lie to my kids or tell em life is a bitch

Work tonight and Im not see you here daddy

Being black and get all the sickness

But thinking back as woods as we left promises.

Did that one know the concisions if you cant kill his soul

Put him in the box with darknesss

Steven was a martyr fighting for the people

Africa, the USA they say were not equal

The price that we pay that was no

Man with a gun was take control

Trapped in the ghetto

For free well cry he and I wanted the trust

See the light, read the eyes, realize

ever provable Africa hill

Steven was a martyr fighting for the people

Africa, the USA they say were not equal

The price that we pay that was no

Man with a gun was take control

Trapped in the ghetto, martyrs, martyrs