They hate the sound
They hate what it means
They cover themselves in dark white cloth
They organize tribes against it
They hire police to stop it
They imported them to **** whenever they wanted
They got drunk and miserable and numb
Their white wives protested oppression by torturing and slandering my brothers and sisters
They hate with exterminating thoughts
They hate how I got here
They hate that it is out of their control
They hate the sound of black and white *******
They hate how I was created
They hate the sound of my family
They wanted us to be oil on fire
On top of polluted water
They hate the sound of mixed parents *******
They have to wake up and imagine what it feels like
To be free
To be human
They hate the sounds of pleasure as it mixes uncontrollably
They hate our *******
They would rather the sound of us twisting in agony in trees
Like Nina’s strange fruit
They hate the sound of us ripping through their police
They hate the sound of us breaking down their barriers
They hate the sound of us being better role models for their children
They hate the sound of us owning America
I love the sound freedom