Fathers of Civilization - Busta Rhymes ft. Tobe Nwigwe

All the black people, after gun crime
Just wanted to live, so we could die

So till they think our ways are done
I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)
So till they think our ways are done
I had lived from one slave, it's still (But someday you'll overcome)

Oh, look
All hail the realest nigga breathin' oxygen
My verse serve is what heal niggas like antioxidants
I curse herds of ill niggas who out here profitin' off takin' seeds
Out many niggas hands were to the cotton gin (Oh)
I'm cognizant, I'm tryna father in hysteria
I keep some holla tips, they leave niggas floatin' like mariners
My father's father wasn't bothered
When he told me even Akeem rolled with a Semi comin' to America
Now take a shot for the young queen mother
Who took a couple L's that I suffered and made them W's
Keep me warm as a deuce-deuce inside a bubble goose
If error ever arise in our system, she known to troubleshoot (Oh)
Subtle hues in the eyes of another new baby boy
From my mother goose lets me know that she's touch-gifted
Plus, it might trouble you to see a real nigga couple
Who operate just like whites in nigga barbershops, we cut different (Oh)

So they think our ways are done
I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)
So till they think our ways are done
I had lived from one slave, it's still (But someday you'll overcome)

Since the inception, I'm the original man
It's always been within our birthright
To provide the moon with a shine to reflect and give the earth light
Man is symbolic to the sun, and woman to the earth, right?
Baby symbolic to the stars, fuck your little satellite
Despite the many attempts to alter reality
Divine order is fathers are the foundation of the family
The many structures that lacks its presence is a fatality
To normalize the lack of dad's presence is abnormality
My father enjoyed a good cigar and fine wine
Said he got a good girl by the keeper to destroy y'all is by design
They don't want a strong male presence to influence the kids of the future
They don't want no more Malcolm X's, Mandela's and Martin Luther's
They don't want no more Nat Turner's or Bobby Seale's cause they'll remove ya
No Fred Hamptons, Huey P. Newtons or Kennedys, they'll shoot ya
But they want you to be strong as hell to fight they war when they recruit ya
And replace the father presence to control ya and dilute ya
Damn I love my children, hallelujah

So they think our ways are done
I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)
So till they think our ways are done
I had lived from one slave, it's still (But someday you'll overcome)
So till they think our ways are done
I had lived from one slave hut to another (But someday you'll overcome)