Momma Africa
By: Ronnie Sidney a.k.a. Jeff Sticks
May 2003


Momma Africa my soul aching. 
Your children got my heart breaking, 
So I come to u in conversation. 
You speak to me through vibratations. 
Djembe drums tweek my concentration, 
causing constant elevation. 
Black on Black crime in a white nation. 
Still ain't no demonstrations. 
white flight causing re-segregation. 
They gave us no reservations, 
or cultural preservation. 
Rather use integration, 
to market our inspirations. 
Look what they try to feed us, 
nike and addidis. 
Knowing athletics, 
will only lead us to bleachers. 
Momma the language that I speak, 
it ain't me. 
But in order to function in society, 
they outlawed our dieties. 
They threw us on a slave ship, 
now on the pavement. 
Cops our overseers, 
using handcuffs for enslavement. 
Enprisoned in a pagenistic system. 
How America ban our convictions, 
when they laws based on atheism 
Now you gotta watch what u say, 
because the CIA. 
Big brother know where you stay, 
the shadow government is in place. 
They kept taps on Malcom, 
and disheartened Martin, 
Underminded Garvey, 
and raided Fred Hamptons apartment. 
The COINTELPRO, 
enclosed their feild moles, 
wit open earlobes, 
to dispose our heros. 
2003, 
and we still looking for leaders, 
they still looking to beat us, 
so they put they geezers in freezers. 
The future got me wondering, 
will this ever end. 
Will a white clone, 
discriminate againest the black man. 
Will hip hop lose its soul, 
and turn into rock and roll. 
Will the GOP's control, 
cause a working class revolt. 
Affirmative action down the drain, 
oh what a shame. 
Its 5 times as many whites, 
so why the fuck they complain. 
They scared to lose possession, 
so you misuse parental investment. 
Seeking careers through connections, 
monopolizing on our concessions. 
Just look at their intuition, 
denying us fair admissions. 
Raising the rate of tuition, 
but not the standard of living. 
Look how the knock niggaz off, 
but still stand to make profit. 
Them promissary notes, 
don't promise jobs, 
but 6 months before I start paying for college. 
Free to join the military, 
when my tax money pay for they education. 
But I send a resume, 
to be a wage slave for corporations. 
And it ain't a gaurentee, 
that i'll ever fill that vacancy. 
Even with that college degree, 
cyclical unemployment tends to impede. 
If you want equal industry, 
why require my ethnicity, 
Gender, age or creed, 
to address finanical needs. 
You living in the New World, 
where the Rich and Intelligent rule, 
The lazy and destitute lose, 
and middle class is confused. 
Mother Africa why u let me go. 
Why couldn't u hold me in your bosom, 
and give me a chance to grow. 
But instead you had me sold, 
and branded the American Negro. 
Now that I want to come back to u, 
u tell me to watch out for my people. 
So if thats how its got to be, 
Mama than thats how its gotta be. 
Just do me one favor, 
and ask your God to bless me.