Black struggle is not real any more than a cavity
Any more a feather's light weighed down by gravity
For on the bloody pages in history I find them both
Guilty as charged black and white hands soaked
Fighting for Christianity and Islam on all sides
Men who forsake God only fighting for their pride
A brother betrayed by the spirits another invoked
Then blamed on the White man like some sick joke
They pumped their fists and swore oaths to freedom
Some took oaths to Satan as if God didn't see them
A few rise high become great leaders to a nation
The struggle doesn't stop it gained only elevation
A towel of babel that now put rebel against rebel
A covert government assassination fists against metal
The many against one Man has totally loss to Satan
This world belongs to the Prince til the great shaking

Ephesians 2:2

“Wherein in time past ye walked according to the course of this world, according to the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that now worketh in the children of disobedience:”