What if I told you we were here before
Inhabitants of a land Sacred to our core From the Black Hills to Badlands Defacing can’t restore Rape, pillage, constant exploit Your Game is Over What if I told you we were here before Solidifying our existence by the Reddy Roar Impregnated by dominance Your Oppression I bore No longer submissive We won’t take no more Your Game is Over Bearing the weight of a table that was not meant for me Setting four places But all I get is a peek Every now and again you get the decency to speak Asking how oppression is going but never once stop to see That you only enjoy your luxuries here because of me Your Game is Over “George, take a second rest, slumber and have tea” I take you up on your offer Place my eyes upon your coffers And remind you once again That my name is Malik I hail from a home that you were too blind to see Land of the brave and home of the free Committing heists at high seas and you Could only see Uranium, Gold, Copper, and Me Your Game is Over What if I told you we were here before? Sitting at the table while you ignore My ordained task from above Oh, Another glass? I’ll pour My job as your slave Are my chores Your Game is Over You got it wrong See, you misunderstood My creation from your side meant that I should Stand right next to you as equals would But the role you asked me to fill I was glad to oblige Your helpmate and wife Your direction I would abide But that Game is Over Oh, that extra space I created was meant for me But you gave it away and called it network opportunities When I reminded you You had the audacity to call it affirmative action…hmph Your Game is Over Mansplain my pain away Chalk it up to some biological inferiority But in reality You created the rules of my exclusion because you could not compete With my intellect and grace And assumed it had to be A condition of my nature Without being able to see That my femininity is what makes it great But because you can't comprehend my complexities you relegate Me to the kitchen But you fail to see I'm stirring up a plan I'm mixing up my plot I take my time and bake it right because you must be stopped Your tyrannical existence must be brought to the fore We will stand for second class, no, not no more Your Game is Over What if I told you we were here before Beta testing for years Constantly ignored Propelled your favorite pastime to its current lore Spending my mamas last Because it only took a coin Your Game is Over What if I told you we were here before The pain of the abuse you long ignored Because you sent your henchman down to control So now we take to these streets To remind the world Your Game is Over We say the system is flawed We know…it’s your design The results of this system continues to yield you blind It was always meant to control us Our Bodies maybe…but never min’ Your Game is Over You keep us tied to these trees Blame us for our existence And continue to overlook That lie you sold us and put it in a book One that would send us to hell if we dared look In between the pages that stuck Together to hide the lies of the dreams you took And tossed overboard while reading the middle passage Your Game is Over Put down the Controller No more leveling up The end is near There are no blocks that you can one up Prepare for the boss Your hand has been revealed You been renigging forever It’s time for a Redeal Game Over
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