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letra de back stabbers - sammus

[verse 1]
it’s a fine line
unclear if it’s my pride or arrogance
sharing my black american narrative
yet here it is
— complected like ledisi
— inherited legacies
my heritage vetted me
to fare better than medicis
to tread on the seven seas
my rudders will never cease
my dreads is the only things dark and twisted in fantasies
that exist in the canopies where i rest on my family tree
genetics from many queens
my umi’s umi’s umi’s umi never rode no slave ship
that doesn’t mean i’m bougie and i don’t need conversation
you could catch a two-piece put my two weeks in i’m out
fela kuti in my hoopty get my suitcase then i bounce
said our skin is black as ashes
throwing booty scratchin’ cracks at us
laughed about our accents
like ya’ll blacks was anglo saxxons sons
that’s so dumb cuz being black from jacksonville
or being black and african
don’t k!ll the m-ss appeal of giving blacks in jail the maximum

[chorus]
black like materia
matter fact i’m black
like i’m back to america
matter fact i’m blacker than that
i got p-ssion for blacks cuz that matters
so i really hate the fact some blacks are backstabbers

i’m black like materia
matter fact i’m black
like i’m chad or namibia
matter fact i’m blacker than that
i got p-ssion for blacks cuz that matters
so i really hate the fact some blacks are backstabbers

[verse 2]
i’m tellin’ ya’ll
i fight survivor’s guilt
in my godiva pelt
i trace the lines of family ties that light the kuiper belt
follow the drinking gourd to downloading liquid swords
to recording hip hop scores ’bout megazord on mixing boards
but no matter the tone, or phrase
the nose, the face
the souls of the diaspora compose a race
yet those displaced
are told that they are nothing more then throw aways
please
it’s the self-important hating sons of transplants
up against descendants of the slaves with “uncle sam’s” stance who add
pollution to solutions
i eschew their contribution
i just want a revolution like it’s dance dance
i got the blood of lumumba in every cell
no hyperbole brother my daddy will tell
about central-intelligence
k!lling our relatives like we max payne
they quell our rebellions
send us to heaven just like a match made
it’s the ‘zact same
some have the scars on they backs and some in they last name

- sammus

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