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letra de of thee i sing - breez evahflowin'

breez evahflowin’ ft. self suffice, folex, nell b., and marcel ledoux – “of thee i sing”
[emcee(s): breez evahflowin’, self suffice (aka the rapoet), and folex]
[producer(s): wally what]
[hook/vocals: nell b. and marcel ledoux]

[hook: nell b. and marcel ledoux]
my country ‘tis of thee
sweet land of liberty
of thee i sing

[verse 1: breez evahflowin’]
yo, yo, in the
context of pre-tech savvy kids and information
streaming between locations as action is taken
taking it back before faxes and paid bills, before
taxes and wages required representation
the colonies in a stage of division, where art
the hajj couldn’t dodge execution from the abolition
had i been listed in a social setting, i’m betting
[?] might start bankrolling birth of a nation
further creation of sensational claims
encourage further complacency when faced with our pains. it’s still
engrained, and, in the game, when brothers all kneel, y’all thinking
“d-mn, they should be grateful just to run on the field.” time
for real-life discussion of what brought us to now. i thought
of at least a dozen, i jotted them down, got me
a beat, then verses from brothers who speak truth
and speak more than just “impeach”: for justice, peace

[hook: nell b. and marcel ledoux]
my country ‘tis of thee
sweet land of liberty
of thee i sing
of thee i sing

[verse 2: self suffice (aka the rapoet)]
no matter how bad it get, we still feel inside
that emotion no one could steal or buy but could heal divides
politicians come and go. what’s real survives
joy and pain? long as we alive, we’re all vilified
i know this really, my dude. sometimes, it seem hopeless
but even those moments, love or hate, we can still decide
most of us just want to get the love, show the love
when propaganda’s shown to us, push [?] to the side
“my country, ’tis of thee” is “god save the king”-derived
[?] will tell us all how to live our lives
but our anthem switched to the “star-spangled,” born in a time
1931 with gangster rap lines in a rhyme
land where they reap [?]
the klan [?] indigenous tribe
image of mother nature with them presidents. and k!lled
mlk—the image he envisioned way bigger than them guys

[hook: nell b. and marcel ledoux]
my country ‘tis of thee
sweet land of liberty
of thee i sing
of thee i sing

[verse 3: folex]
i’ll stand
a man on seminole land, tried-and-true
‘merican native man, captive in a narrative scam
miami to manhattan, they’re brazen with
plans. standing rock at hand, coming from the
justice clan, so when the land develop a man, come
‘round the way, check your hand asking for the sale bail
breakdown developed by the root
“d.e.” stand for takeoff or takeaway—i’m speaking truth
“v.e.l.” becomes a vehicle for speed
velocity at which they take from those who need
“o.p.” is like o.p.p.—the same meaning
other people’s property—yo, it’s so demeaning
treaties by broken bums. bat in hand swing like
reggie jack, crack on the twentieth man
andrew jackson your call to action
got to stand for my freedom—bending knee is my reaction

[hook: nell b. and marcel ledoux]
my country ‘tis of thee
sweet land of liberty
of thee i sing
of thee i sing
of thee i sing

- breez evahflowin

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