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letra de datgum feat. adam l. - j.lee the producer

slaves on a ship
frays on a whip
chains on a hip
gangs on a strip
names on a list
based on our history this repeats
ain’t none of this new, can’t none of this prove hate don’t exist
ain’t none of us never escaped from it, ain’t none of us safe from it
they gunnin’ us down – gettin’ paid from it
they runnin’ up town where they safe from us when we say something like…
“don’t shoot” “i can’t breathe” or “black lives matter!”
sold to white man, beat and black hide gathered
boat crew’s white hand seized our capsized matter
choke noose tied and swings as black minds shatter
ropes do bind and leaves us wrapped, i’d rather
go through life and see than half-blind as a choice
and cede an eased mind in these times to sing lies
with deep pride and that’s why kaepernick has to sit
has to p-ssively resist savages
packing badges and a clip (hazardous)
as the m-sses clap as if flags have kids
thats a bit backwards isn’t it?
isn’t the vision different than this?
indivisible with liberty isn’t this
when is resistance against this fiction sufficient?
when does conviction get emphasis?
if its a lie – never!
they could deny every right ever prescribed ever
they could devise cleverly why every life that’ll be swiped threatened their white ledger
meth in a pipe
getting a sprite in the dead of the night
ran a red light
questioning why
hands in the sky
hands at our side
hands to protect from the pepper in eyes
every time – did he comply?
theft of a life. did he comply?
left him to die, bled on the side. did he comply?
weapon obliged, ain’t read him his rights. did he comply? did he comply?
severed his spine. every time – did he comply?
stretcher arrived. did he comply?
dead on the site. seventy strikes. did he comply?
breathless and quiet. did he comply?
every time – did he comply?
let them decide and rest for tonight’s success on your side!
philando and terrence can’t go on errands for caps in their side, yeah
and we got these rambos as sheriffs, ammo to spare so they practice it live, yeah
and since our anthem’s so cherished, stand or disparage the m-sses who died, yeah
but they all got on camo when swearin’, ramblin’ bout heritage, fairness and pride, yeah
so we scavenge the mines for signs from the times of the founding fathers
for whom browns could offer nothing by which to ever be bound or bothered
how do y’all even begin to reconcile your reckless style of quoting king, your crowning martyr
and now regard his script as disrespect, kiss a vet and hit the deck in dowdy armor
badges and pageantry
-ss-ssin’s academy
casual savagery
rap sheet repacking
re-hashing their past
distract from the tragedy
kaepernick’s salary
these claps for cavalry keep black screams practically absent
these bad dreams actually happened
these black teens capped in the back and these flags beamed as a reaction
we’ve had strings cracking our back since we last seen africa
that’s the legacy!
that’s the lesson we never seem to address in the sessions of screaming “let ‘em leave!”
“whoever thinks its better had better be steppin’, bet they second guess which gr-ss is
evergreen
yeah, i bet you that in a second or less they’d step n’ fetch it to the land of free
home of brave
no more slaves
don’t complain
oh, behave
step, repeat.”
freedom ain’t a thing if we don’t even claim freedom ain’t a thing in this datgum thing
we became everything that we disdain when we agreed to feign freedom in the place of the
datgum thing
to complain. freedom to arraign. freedom to explain freedom ain’t a thing in this datgum thing
freedom ain’t a thing if we don’t even claim freedom ain’t a thing in this datgum thing
we became everything that we disdain when we agreed to feign freedom in the place of the
datgum thing
to complain. freedom to arraign. freedom to explain freedom ain’t a thing in this datgum thing

- j lee the producer

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