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letra de the myth hold weight - moor mother

these stories run deep
these stories run high
project steps keep going to the afterlife
these stories speak daddy’s lullabies
christian goldeneye fallen malachi
the government’s suicide, overdose on pride
mirror mirror on the wall, divided we fall
invited to the chamber hall of the slaughterhouse
we all voted red, we all lost our heads so you ain’t get the word of mouth
just a visit isn’t over when the reptilians out
dinner party at the devil’s house, fear god was the [panty blouse?]
memories faded
they don’t love me like they love you
is it because i’m black or they want me black and blue
another ignorant truth imaginary noose

we gettin’ k!lled out here, hashtag
condos and body bags run high on nasdaq
we want our money back printed on fresh cotton
and a glass of blood from the confederate fountain
that run through the blue ridge mountains
stopped at mount hood [night’s?]
ride up the mountain and scream manhood
it scream manhood

from sea to sea to shining sea, oh say can you
please put some more land upon the menu
and don’t let death compliment you no matter how ugly you feel
fix up look sharp!
they will sell you back your heart so you can load up guns for your art
everything falls apart north philly rooftop view
purple heart scar tissue
we scream we under your gun
hit and run under a ton our mother’s son
the son of many with less than plenty before us
hitchhike tour bus on bare feet
concrete feet jungle river
watch out for the k!ller, jim crow gorilla
it was a thrilla but now the thrill is gone
and we all sing along, cum drunk dazed out dumb
deaf to the dreams before they come
looping trauma

looping trauma escape the drama
all actors benefactors of evil
mislead you to not even believe you
escape the drama
escape the drama
hollywood snakes piranhas
snake opera, rat madonna, great britain americana
before and behind your time to remind ya
escape the drama
escape the drama

but the myth hold weight like
the myth hold weight like
all the money from cotton, right
like all the money from cotton, right
the myth hold weight like
the myth hold weight like
all the money from sugar, right
like all the money from sugar, right
build the street turn right
at the stoplight where i read my rights
and i read my wrongs
guess i’m not going home

- moor mother

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