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letra de all hands on deck - micah bournes

[verse 1: micah bournes]
used to dream of leather jackets and black berets
black fist raised wishin’ i was back in the day
with the courage of tubman i’d be conductin’ a train
bet i sit with rosa
bet i march with king
bet i wouldn’t take nothin’ from the kkk
bet i bpp
bet i stokley c
bet i bobby, bet i huey
bet i fight for we
bet i need to snap back, reality check
i ain’t been to near one blm protest
yeah i post a lotta talk ‘cause i’m so upset
but it’s kinda complicated and i’m not the best
at time management i gotta lotta stuff to do
i can’t officially join but i support the crew
too broke to donate, ima pray for you
but the shirt so dope, ima cop me two
stop modelin’ y’all
we got work to do

[chorus: micah bournes & lucee]
all hands on deck
get on board
‘cause this ain’t politics anymore
we need
all hands on deck
get on board
‘cause this ain’t politics anymore
we need
all hands on deck

[verse 2: izzi ray]
i’m an independent woman
and a fighter and a lover
and a singer and a writer and
a whole lotta other
all of the foremothers been runnin’ a marathon
carried the flame far
now they p-ssin’ it on
don’t forget how they died
don’t forget how they lived
don’t forget what they gave
everybody that did what they do
you don’t gotta be a martin luther king
what if sojourner never said a truthful thing
what if frida never painted and nina she never sang
what if everyone despised what they had to bring
to the table don’t you ever think it isn’t enough
‘cause the party isn’t catered this joint is a potluck
you got to show up laced ready and set
no half-steppin’ ‘cause this battle gonna take
all hands on deck

[verse 3a: jackie miclau]
what’s crackelin’ peeps
it’s young jacquelyn, peace
to my squad, rip city to romanian streets
i’m the daughter of some immigrants
tired of the ignorance
people are people and that should be the end of it
but i know it isn’t so i got to play
woman of few words with a lot to say
don’t speak
just listen as i tap the keys
cause every revolution need a symphony
sumthin’ to march to while fightin’ the good fight
my fingers do the talkin’ i don’t ever need a mic
but since they gave it to me girl you know i gotta slay
high heel revolutionary faith all day

[verse 3b: liz vice]
liz vice checkin’ in on the mic
i’m a west coast kid
wit’ an east coast life
moved to ny to find peace of mind
and maybe a nice guy unafraid of my shine
my ladies don’t hesitate
to be all that you was made
to be because you afraid
that you might intimidate a dude
i promise you
your strength is beautiful
to all who really know the god
who created you
love to the haters
and the ity bity boys
afraid to see the ladies
makin joyful noise
we gave you all life
we hold half the sky
too fly to be shy
come dance wit’ me bruh-

[verse 3c: lucee]
l, u, c, double e
j, a, double z
used to be embarr-ssed that my hair so cuddly
then i got woke and broke my hot comb
now i’m rockin’ shows full blown afro
finally i see the beauty in my own soul
singin’ love songs for those with low hope
rebel with a cause
rebel with a guitar
dominicana you don’t wanna step to my bars
but on the dance floor you can step to my bars
bachata if ya gotta
shout out to dr
l. jazz bringin’ light and s-ss
i’m a brand new woman
with a broken past
but i know i been forgiven
so my hope is phat
for the future and the present
you can toast to that

- micah bournes

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