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Respect is something to be given and earned But if you've got crosses and money to burn Y'all ******* are gonna have to wait your turn Because you've got something to learn See, I stand with the spurned Yellow, red, pink and brown gonna use my privilege And put my boots on the ground Revolt, revolver, fight to turn it around See you can drone on With your dog-whistle cries I'll be teaching my children to see through those lies You plant bodies While we plants seeds Herbicide, genocide resistant weeds Gonna choke you out For making us bleed You keep turning our plowshares into swords So we ain't gonna work on Sammie's farm no more So my elders in the hoods in the back of the truck Drunk on power can all go get ****** There's more of us than there are of you And when we all wake up, What you think you gonna do? We're gonna just keep firing bullets of the mind And your armies that are fam gonna leave you behind Or make you think they're yours for true When their mind is turned on And it's turned on you You're in deep **** now With no canoe So I ask again, what the hell you gonna do?
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
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Respect is something to be given and earned But if you've got crosses and money to burn Y'all ******* are gonna have to wait your turn Because you've got something to learn See, I stand with the spurned Yellow, red, pink and brown gonna use my privilege And put my boots on the ground Revolt, revolver, fight to turn it around See you can drone on With your dog-whistle cries I'll be teaching my children to see through those lies You plant bodies While we plants seeds Herbicide, genocide resistant weeds Gonna choke you out For making us bleed You keep turning our plowshares into swords So we ain't gonna work on Sammie's farm no more So my elders in the hoods in the back of the truck Drunk on power can all go get ****** There's more of us than there are of you And when we all wake up, What you think you gonna do? We're gonna just keep firing bullets of the mind And your armies that are fam gonna leave you behind Or make you think they're yours for true When their mind is turned on And it's turned on you You're in deep **** now With no canoe So I ask again, what the hell you gonna do?
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May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
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