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There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.

Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.

They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.

While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.

Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.

How many black people are CIA or FBI?

We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.

That total number is likely less than five percent.

Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.

They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.

Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.

These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.

The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.

The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.

Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.

Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.

16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.

From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.

The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.

Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.

They may not see it, but God has a plan.

He’ll make known to them, who was original man.

And, just before they try to go too far.

They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.

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