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letra de harvester - mykele deville

[intro]
and then the earth and man were mixed
one riding the other as they both bore fruit of discovery
the will of man was bottomless and darkened
his friend, the earth, seemed bountiful and neverending;
a victim too valuable to remain unmolested
a certain incarnation of man came swirling from the bowels of itself
seeking to take claim of the undiscovered and unearned
in order it’s likeliness throughout history
the ghostly skinned. the holy automoton. the harvester

[verse 1]
clear my cells for the conquest
ring the bells for the contest
empty war chest like a vortex weighing heavy on my soul
not about the gold but the legacy
my fair-skinned pedigree is destiny
the peasantry has to be ebony…
hungry god in the distance
hear him in the waves of you listen
voyaging for days, be a good christian
let us pray, what he say?
“feed me my son, then wait for the greatness to come
skeptics sacrificed by the ton…”
fertile world for the taking
gotta get the hands for the making
let us shake the weak as they’re waking
just crowd em’ in down below
whip them til’that row with direction
tell them that their pain is a blessing
lessons for the beasts…
see a brave one
mayhem
get a switch watch me break him
see the light in his eyes die slowly
i’m the only, the holy, the chosen
to take you and shape you
teach you that there’s nothing to escape to
you belong to me….
do you have a real language?
do you have religion for your anguish?
do you have a name or purpose?
are you worthless?
praying to the dirt like a savage
history confirms my advantage
mavericks they bow at my feet
they’re the crop
i’m the reaper
make them be ashamed of their features
tame them so they understand procedure
for the centuries to come
i’m obsessed with the oppressed
screams in the symphonies of progress
drown it out with success…

[verse 2: jolene]
folks do not weep, barren tears on fruitful cheeks. soil caked brown skin with salt still streakin. tomorrow we’re at it again hard hands pullin throned softness. been in the storm too long. been in the storm too long. lord what is mine, can’t find mine. been beat till i bent, but i ain’t never stayed down

[verse: mykele deville & jolene]
why are we rowwing?
where are we going?
i miss the yellow sun
air in my tiny lungs
brother where did you go?
sister don’t breathe no mo
mother went up to the sky
father i saw him die
only see family friends
ridding in unison
who is the man at the front?
ready to k!ll for the hunt
skin as white as snow
raising the whip for blows
eyes like cancer
can’t understand my words
stop this disaster
yessir m-ssah
yessir m-ssah
yessir m-ssah

- mykele deville

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