The Gates of Atonement

The Gates of Atonement have been locked in front of us
It's time to nut up and move from the back of the bus
Well past time for us to stop being good, docile Negroes
We need to fuss and cuss in order to be our children's heroes

Like Finding Nemo, our people have traveled far and wide
We've been disheveled and now we're just goddamn tired
Ms. America's fired, clocks expired and she needs to pay her tolls
She has the receipts and is using deceit instead of reading the rolls

We can't expect the polls to change any of this
America just keeps flaunting her ass for us to kiss
Her friend Ms. Politics has wide hips the size of slave ships
Even she doesn't conceive the keys in our relationships

No matter how many trips we've made to her place
She's a ho for Uncle Sam and just laughs in our face
In the race for equality we've been cleverly duped
There was never any validity now the cost of slavery needs to be recouped