VERSE 1
Far from the amphitheater
Viewing women in leotards
Envisioning life passionate just as a rock star
In the background my people living they life hard
In the ghetto where Gepetto gives you a couple Rush Cards
What that Thang smell like tho
Let me rephrase okay, that's poverty for black folks
You know high interest put us down up on that totem pole
They got you wired up in debt and now you overdosed, thinking that you comatose
Get a credit card, get a job, make them payments low
Get a credit card, buy a car, that's that rope a dope
Get a credit card, awwh/I'll pay it off, I'm Ballin tho
Get a credit card, wait how you plan on no longer being broke
They tryinna hit you with another form again
The devil's in the details, there's his horns again
Ain't no telling what they hide in applications
Hope you read em fore you signed off on the paaaaaayments
Ok that slave ship, got you shackled, you living from pay to paycheck
I got tired of tryinna impress, you ain't impressed
I choose to live out my dreams, yep that's it invest
I’m living payments in full, blessed without a debt
I only talk it ‘cos I’ve lived it and that’s real regret
HOOK
This is the Land Of Black Gold
But you already know though
This one is for my people
This is the Land Of Black Gold
But you already know though
This one is for my people
VERSE 2
Let me tell you what they did to us back then in Haiti
Liberation, independence, money dried up no slavery
No different from the reason, gave us Crack in the 80s
Cos the bottom line sista, never mess up they money
Back to Haiti, you prolly heard of Toussaint Louverture
The man who led his people straight outta manure
Cos they forced our people as slaves to work on manure
Matter fact they still treating our people kinda manure
So the year is somewhere around 17-89
By this time white men are fewer but atop of the pile
Creoles are mixed peoples born in plantation homes
Whilst African blacks had it bad, work breaking they back
Fast forward, Saint Domingue had the first slave revolt
Later Toussaint, joins becomes the head general
Many wars were made
Many dead brigades
In the end the country of Haiti was born as we know it today
But Britain and France, even the US of A
Never wanted to let go, let alone lose 'em some slaves
(So what they do) refuse to recognize the new nation of ex-slaves
And hit 'em with a bunch of debt they never could pay
And you wonder why Haiti's the poorest black country today - get outta here
HOOK
This is the Land Of Black Gold
But you already know though
This one is for my people
This is the Land Of Black Gold
But you already know though
This one is for my people
VERSE 3
I'm repping for sharecroppers who were bullied for cotton fields
A testament to the essence of how deep the pain feels
To own land close to the Zambezi River
Only to have a white foreigner come thru and take it from ya
In the Motherland claiming they land owners and landlords
But how many folk lost they land to all the pretend wars
All these pretend games, what you pretend for
Centuries long gone, but it's still all the same thang
Its like they playing Hunger Games with these hunger pangs
This ain't a movie when them starving kids let the Desert Eagles fly
You gon' hear that hunger bang, (let that hunger sang)
In the ghettos and the slums is where that hunger hang, hunger mang!
(Adlib: Back to the ghetto) Man the ghetto ain't a social construct (Adlib: Aww shucks)
They call it Urban that mean you ain't good enough
Forget tryinna cry over spilt milk, I’m so intolerant
I'm lactose to these wack flows these other rappers spit
My plateau, God First, Stack Dough
My plateau is to stack dough/
And give back to plenty young souls of black folk
And tell 'em put God First, repeat the cycle
I gotta give y'all the real without the bullcrap
And take the bull by the horns; it's all bull, crap
REPEAT HOOK
