Martyrs (Steve Biko) Songtext
von Reks

Didn′t want no black consciousness
If you can't kill his soul (Martyrs)
Put ′em in a box with darknesses (Martyrs, martyrs)
Biko, Stephen was a martyr (Martyrs)
Fighting for the people
Africa to USA, they say we not equal
The price that we paid, them devils know
When will the heavens take control?
Trapped in the ghetto (Martyrs, martyrs, martyrs)


Rest in peace to the heavenly deceased
Gone forever 'til we meet
Keep memories of thee in my speech
These beats know the price we paid in chains with slave ships
Ages upon ages, racist
All the "isms" kept us in the graveyards and prisons
Thus raising our children with a lack of broader vision
Applaud the killings, police brutality's a given
The blacker the nigga, the smaller the cells to fit in
Forbidden, my people been forgotten
From picking cotton to sit and robbing ′til you get to plotting
Sicking and robbing ′cause 9-to-5 is not an option
When you a felon, it's sentences they selling
And niggas buying, mama crying, her son dying
Lying in pool of ruby red, truly fed, dreams deferred
One third lead to slaughter
Malcolm, Martin, Medgar Evers, martyrs
Imprisoned, the father suffering
Baby mamas didn′t want our consciousness

Didn't want no black consciousness
If you can′t kill his soul (Martyrs)
Put 'em in a box with darknesses (Martyrs, martyrs)
Biko, Stephen was a martyr (Martyrs)
Fighting for the people
Africa to USA, they say we not equal
The price that we paid, them devils know
When will the heavens take control?
Trapped in the ghetto (Martyrs, martyrs, martyrs)


Come alive, son of lies
For every newborn, another dies
Word to wise, uncover the veiled eyes
We are martyrs from the incubator to slave
A slave ′cause we are mentally entrapped, it's fact
When will your savior come save us?
Take us to the promised land
Mama's hands got the calluses, arthritis, damn
We are not fighters, why cry?
′Cause rebels are no longer rebels
The black leadership failing in the ghettos
We are not equal, why Biko die for the people?
Why Emmett Till kill for a whistle?
I see you, but your eyes don′t see us
And your minds don't need us
So when infested slums leave us
We just minus justice, just is what it is
Should I lie to my kids or tell ′em life is a bitch?
Word to Nas and Asiatic
Being black is not a sickness
But thinking backwards as if we lack promised consciousness

Didn't want no black consciousness
If you can′t kill his soul (Martyrs)
Put 'em in a box with darknesses (Martyrs, martyrs)
Biko, Stephen was a martyr (Martyrs)
Fighting for the people
Africa to USA, they say we not equal
The price that we paid, them devils know
When will the heavens take control?
Trapped in the ghetto (Martyrs, martyrs, martyrs)

For freedom cry, Stephen died
He and I bonded in blood
See the lies, read the eyes
Realize surrounded by love
Hate cannot, shall not, will not ever prevail
Africa, hail
A slain soldier over again
Stephen, the martyr, Biko

Didn′t want no black consciousness
If you can't kill his soul (Martyrs)
Put 'em in a box with darknesses (Martyrs, martyrs)
Biko, Stephen was a martyr (Martyrs)
Fighting for the people
Africa to USA, they say we not equal
The price that we paid, them devils know
When will the heavens take control?
Trapped in the ghetto (Martyrs, martyrs, martyrs)