Testo Matter Of Race

It's a matter of race, the way we should see ourselves today
Instead it's a matter of waste, division, betrayed
Depression gradually choking away my breath
Natures finest creation, almost dead and nothing left
Racial pride deficiencies
It's witnessed on an everyday scale
A once bright future begins to cloud
Internationally derailed Our people can shoulder some of the blame,
But an unseen hand is truly to blame
Our race is dying in vain
It's a matter of race, when will you agree?
When you're the slave of a slave,
Broken down and on your knees?
It's a matter of race, but am I wasting your time?
If it's a matter of convenience, then I'm wasting my time