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I wrote this to start a fire
I wrote this in memory of Heather Heyer
Fire starter, throwing kerosene on the coals
This is for the White Rose, rest in peace to Sophie Scholl
This is for Lepa Radic who fought against the fascists
The Edelweiss Pirates who said take the state and smash it
The Swing Kids and Zazou in zoot suit jackets
Along with the Schlurfs who wanted nazis in trash pits
I wrote this for Emma who lit my soul's inner flame
This is for Ida who taught us how to liberate
43 group and the Battle of Cable Street
Who fought fascists in London, blood left their faces streaked
We Rock Against Racism like the X Ray Spex
We're looking for liberation not pay checks
From Charlottesville to the valley of Jarama
I thought Killjoy told you, there's no nazis in Valhalla
[Susan Bro: Sample]
We never think of Heather but when we laugh or smile
Cause she often made people laugh, we love the sound of her laugh
A lot of us have video tapes
We don’t all have to sacrifice our lives
They tried to kill my child to shut her up
Will guess what? You just magnified her
[Time: verse 2]
Fascism is not to be debated it is to be destroyed
The reason cops are hated is cause the klan they employ
From the Trail of Tears to the streets of Ferguson
From Rikers, to Pelican Bay, the state be murdering
We're kicking fascists like St. Pauli
Like when Ethiopia fought them with Haile
Lessons learned from Robeson to Chairman Fred
Solidarity Not Charity like Common Ground said
I’m just trying to find my way like Elisee Reclus
I’m looking for the strength that Ella Baker knew
Each bar is like John Brown cocking the hammer
We combat the propaganda like the breakfast from panthers
This is for the CNT and the Mujeres Libres
I'm Battling the state and myself I'm in a fight that's 3 way
They shall not pass, No Pasaran is what we say
And play some Killah P is what I'm telling the deejay
[Salaria Kee, sample]
I understand exactly what fascism was while I was there
And my intention was to go any place where I could help
I couldn’t live with myself today if I hadn’t gone then knowing what happened
[Cornel West, sample]
The neofascists had their own ammunition. And this is very important to keep in mind, because the police, for the most part, pulled back. The next day, for example, those 20 of us who were standing, many of them clergy, we would have been crushed like cockroaches if it were not for the anarchists and the anti-fascists who approached, over 300, 350 anti-fascists. We just had 20. And we’re singing “This Little light of Mine,” you know what I mean? So that the—
[Amy Goodman]
“Antifa” meaning anti-fascist
[Cornel West]
The anti-fascists, and then, crucial, the anarchists, because they saved our lives, actually
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[Time – Verse 2]
Under a tuxedo moon I watch the city blink and bloom
It looks like a citrine carpet from this rose quartz tomb
I walk down from the mesa in the periwinkle light
Donating blood to mosquitoes waiting for that mountain lion to bite
This town used to be host to fascists, the klan in the 20s
Now they all run corporations and killed democracy with money
Plexiglass faces, amidst racists, my soul I misplaced it
Billion pounds of food cooked but not tasted, just wasted
Saw an American bag blowing in the wind I didn’t think it was beautiful
Just thought about more waste and pollution as usual
I can smell the rusting shells of refineries listen to the iron sing
Empty paychecks is what the miner brings, black lung now the miner can't sing
These syllables kill fascists, 187 on the cop in my mind
Seek and you’ll find a dead planet you’re on now you can’t rewind
We gave the earth a fever, she's gonna kill us with her weather
I'm sorry for talking about depressing shit but it makes me feel better
I don't wanna be cynical, I wanna be sincere
I’m tired of irony, I’m looking for happiness in the mirror
He said Chris I’m too aware to be addicted
That's what he said before the last shot hit him
There's a difference between life and living
There's a difference between being nice and giving
I’m not trying to save the world, you're not the one to blame
I’m just trying to keep my soul maybe it’s one in the same
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[Hook: Mick Jenkins]
We came from the dirt
Standing tall as the trees
They tried to bury us
They didn't know that we were seeds, no
They didn't know that we were seeds
[Verse 1: Time]
There's no justice on stolen land
The POTUS is a soulless man
This is for Jara's swollen hands
No colonizer could own this land
So give it back to the Cheyenne clan, Arapaho land to the Ute golden sands
This is deeper than secrets that Snowden had, I'm dead and alive like Schrodinger's cat
I never put my city on no road or map, 'cause racists already did that
Just want justice for Sand Creek and to give Standing Rock their land back
This is for my friend Jeanette Vizguerra, no gods, no masters, no fronteras
Families belong together, no more deaths, no banderas
How can you concentrate when kids are in concentration camps I can't relate
I try to contemplate, the power documentation has, I'm anti-state
Borders are scars on the earth, protected by capital what's your worth?
They militarize to protect their turf, the cartel sell so you smoke your herb
We coup their countries then build a wall, we poison their lands then siphon it off
Abolish ice, free the children and all, when we all come together we frighten them off
Knowledge of self is self defense but what's a border but a bloody fence
What's a treaty but a word for theft, what's a seed? It's anti death
They tried to rip out our roots and burn us like weeds, they didn't see our fruits, can't kill the truth
Blood like water, life we bleed, they tried to bury us, didn't know we were seeds
[Hook: Mick Jenkins]
They didn't know that we were seeds, no
They didn't know that we were seeds
[Verse 2: Psalm One]
Fuck, they mobbin' through the lobby
Wu said Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Hussein Hitler MAGA with a bounty
American Tragedy I got the man on me
Girl it don't matter you black or you brown
We all from Africa, shut that shit down
You actin' like they ain't gon' come for the poor and the weak
Or the leaders that's putting in work the streets
Okay
My people gon' learn one day
Hopefully it ain't too late
Catch me in the field with a couple renegades
I ain't never gon' change
No way
How they finna shut us up?
We better learn the law we better uppercut
We gotta bob and weave we got mouths to feed
When they build them walls, you gon' know how to FLEE?
Okay
Now let me get this straight bitch
My life don't matter, got kids in cages
Right price, my data get flipped for racists
On Facebook? Is you faking me?
Yeah they hating me 'cause I blow the whistle
Don't gotta clear shit up hoe you know it's Cristalle
I'm militant plus I'm educated
Got my cash up, no assimilation
And I'm mad as fuck but tryna spread the love
Met Mick Jenkins got my water up
Met Time then we got to spreading seed
This pedigree ain't never followed sheep
So call me when you done snoozin'
Plenty die but we done losin'
If we ain't plottin' what the fuck we doin'?
These seeds growin' and we feed the movement
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[Time - Verse 1]
First off fuck a job, fuck a boss
Fuck a landlord, fuck ICE, fuck a thought cop
Fuck a bomb, fuck a missile, fuck a war
Fuck no healthcare, fuck being poor
Fuck an informant, fuck a snitch, fuck a spy
Fuck propaganda, fuck fox, fuck a lie
Fuck CNN too, fuck em all, fuck a side
Fuck depression, fuck anxiety, fuck a suicide
Fuck late buses, and fuck not cussing
Fuck an internship and getting paid nothing
Fuck bank of America, fuck foreclosures
Fuck remax, taking Palestine with bulldozers
Fuck ignorance, fuck a school, fuck a test
Fuck a gun, fuck a shooting, fuck a Teflon vest
Fuck a nazi, fuck a fascist, fuck the fucking klan
Fuck a colonizer taking indigenous land
Fuck me, fuck them, fuck white supremacy
Fuck patriarchy and toxic masculinity
Fuck transphobia and fuck homophobes
Fuck keystone and DAPL saying fuck the globe
Fuck the whole prison industrial complex
Fuck Harvey Weinstein and all of his nonsense
Fuck stalkers, fuck abusers, and fuck rapists
Fuck Islamophobia and fuck ableists
Fuck AIDS, fuck Reagan, fuck cancer
Fuck a smart phone trying to tell me all the answers
Fuck negativity, fuck conformity
Fuck agent orange causing DNA deformities
Fuck nationalism and taking acid for wisdom
Fuck dying from oxys cause my income hasn’t risen
Fuck a condo and fuck gentrification
Fuck palm oil and fuck deforestation
Fuck a golf course, fuck a pipeline
Fuck Exxon, trying to kill earth’s lifeline
Fuck lead in water, fuck poisonous pipes
Fuck what they did to Red Fawn, water is life
Fuck separating families that’s genocide
Fuck being silent, that’s why I let the pen slide
Fuck a slaughterhouse, fuck dairy, fuck meat
Fuck a sweatshop and fuck slave shoes on my feet
Fuck rape culture that devalues life
Fuck ego, fuck hierarchy and a bad vibe
Fuck not giving a fuck and fuck hate
Fuck critics, I give a fuck if you relate
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I listened to you all night I know your scared
I can't feel your pain but please know I'm there
You say there's a bigot in the white house that ain't a new thing
Another corrupted criminal elected by fame
Sexual assaulter, racist, white supremacist provoker
I feel like I'm in Arkham and the presidents the joker
But obama wasn't no saint either
He had a kill list and every drone bomb dug the coffin deeper
NSA probably got my rhyme book these spooks are crooks
They probably know all the rappers and my flows they took
Please know I stand with my Muslim brothers and sisters
And my homie from Afghanistan please know I'm with you
This is for my friend who's undocumented
I told him we'd raise hell if they ever came and I meant it
Black lives matter yeah they matter to me
I ain't rapping for myself this is solidarity
[Hook: Giuseppe]
Every time I mention trump, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why
See you must understand we can't live with all these lies
What went wrong in November
[Verse 2: Time]
Check it, welcome to the hottest year on record
Water is life but DAPL don't respect it
What would you do if they bulldozed your family's graveyard?
These companies just want money that's why their hearts stay dark
The people in Flint still can't drink their water
What type of country would poison it's own sons and daughters?
Militias get acquitted, while natives get colonized
Manifest destiny for klansmen who call on christ
Nazis on the corner could catch a brick
Right through their window eyes that's what self defense is
Malcolm and Martin debated if the country had a soul
Will if it did, we bout to burn it like coal
Why the news showing a burning store during a riot?
But when a black church burns they just stay quiet?
They want to deport neighbors and bring back stop and frisk
But you can't stop the people we're the populace
[Hook: Giuseppe]
Every time I mention trump, girl you turn around and cry
I ask myself why oh why
See you must understand we can't live with all these lies
What went wrong in November
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Walking past poplar trees, blood on the leaves
Denver hides the past a pauper asks for money please
Evans was a genocider, so was Chivington
Study Sand Creek massacre, propaganda's what we’re living in
They killed the Apaches and sell their tears in gift shops
We name our weapons after them watch the irony crisscross
In so called Denver where there's a homeless ban
But really it's occupied Cheyenne and Arapaho land
Staring in the mirror do I see a settler or an artist
A long pause 3 am questions are the hardest
Those afraid to speak colonize with their silence
I’m looking for liberation a closed mouth is violent
This isn't philosophy this is a rhyme that I wrote
Real like holding tears back feels like a knife in your throat
These words kill fascists each syllables a life boat
This isn't a Suicide letter it's a life note
[Time – Hook]
I wrote this for the sad nights
When Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, or bottles
Denverfication, Killarado
[Time – Verse 2]
Thinking how many bones are under me as I walk down federal
Capital gentrifies, their homes are edible
Waiting on the 31, breathing in the radon
Rocky Flats ghost, glow in the dark seance
The military's recruiting in between school shootings
Columbine's they're uprooting for methane polluting
The guard used machine guns on children in Ludlow
From Lafayette to Pueblo I'm drowning in blood though
Denver in the 20s, your heart was vacant then
You were ran by the klan your mayor was Stapleton
Morley was the governor, the sheriffs were Klansman
So was the police chief, his name was Candlish
You tried to paint over the past but there’s blood on your canvas
There’s blood in your espresso and your rent is outlandish
These words kill fascists each syllables a lifeboat
This isn't a suicide letter it’s a life note
[Time – Hook]
I wrote this for the sad nights
When Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, or bottles
Denverfication, Killarado
This is for Preston Porter Jr. who was killed in 1900 in Limon, Colorado, lynched by white terrorists and burned at the stake, Rest in peace
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She wears her niqab at the mall no worries at all
She pays no attention to the people who call
Derogatory names, it's racism the media inflames
But inshallah with Allah she forgive no blame
Her friend wears a veil similar to a nun
Would you say the same remarks to a Christian
Why don't you got around calling Christians terrorists?
Remember the genocide they committed in America?
But you silent to that, that's an actual fact
This ain't leftist talk, this is history rap
A dude in a red hat mumbles something
But she tells her baby in the stroller that he said nothing
When you say Allah hu akbar they be calling them cop cars
Fascism is not far when trump is a rock star
Solidarity to Muslims around the world
Cause no mother should have to worry about the safety of her girl
Surveillance on mosques they want to outlaw the burka
Racists need wisdom like the owl of Minerva
Orientalism, judging what you ain't heard of
My fried Nasim was on the plane they were talking so nervous
You mention jihad but you don't mention crusade
Why don't you mention bush obama and the wars that they waged
Do you believe in freedom of religion of just Jesus
Either way, open the Quran his name is Isa
Christian or Islam, I don't practice either
But when nazis appear you got to fight fist and speaker
The news say Malcolm said let the AK spray
But the real terrorists be the KKK
And the FBI and surveillance spies
Who killed 4k with drones but we just hear lies
This ain't about PC, this about decency
This about humanity, I'm trying to find some peace in me
This is for the people in Palestine
Who be getting killed with our tax dollars but we just stay silent
Solidarity to Muslims around the world
Cause no mother should have to worry about the safety of her girl
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I don't know where I've gone recently
I think when you left I lost a piece of me
[Verse 1: Time]
I found this song in an unmarked grave
I dug up the body and recognized the face
Let's clothe these bones with some paper maiche
Then animate the organs with lightning and clay
Let's make his skull more than a cage
Full of depression, regret, guilt and rage
I found some worms playing double dutch with my bloody guts
I found some tendons and such and put my jaw back with an uppercut
I put a zipper on my mouth so I could listen more
Cause' when you talk too much that's when you knock on ignorance door
Gimme eyes to see everything the real and the spectacle
Gimme the courage to forgive so I could just let it go
Humble no pedestal, focused like set a goal
Magic is my medical, I eat fear, edible
No heavy water in my eyes no time to cry
It's time to go back and figure out how I died
They said I died from lack of passion
From working 9 to 5 and over acting
This time around I wanna be liberated
Not domesticated, and put into a job where I hate it and I'm jaded
Getting faded on occasions cause' I wish I woulda made it
It's just a cycle that I've taken and I'm finally gonna break it
Humble pie I need to bake it, my soul I need to wake it
Smiles I've been faking, that's why my hearts been vacant
Would you rather be dispossessed or possessed?
Repossessed, or in possession and blessed?
I see a new image dancing in a wounded mirror
I used to be a ghost to the world hopefully soon this fog will clear
Hiding only works if someone is looking for you
This is what happens when you're the cop and crook too
I called up the precinct and turned myself in
But my voice didn't work, all they heard was the wind
What if forensics finds the answers?
What if they stole my fingerprints?
Where did i leave my book of matches?
We'll find you, well find you
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It was another normal Thursday, I wanted coffee in the worst way
When the sip hits my lips I got to spit what the verse say
I saw a man playing a trombone and singing on the corner
He recited poetry, no one response like a coroner
I saw an old man with tremors looking out the window of the bus
I saw billboards and commercials act as spectacles for lust
I saw a car crash, I heard fate laugh
I saw the geese land in the Platte river with a splash
I saw a woman have a seizure, I saw a kid that wouldn't leave her
I saw a boy with Downs Syndrome holding hands with his teacher
I saw dust on justice, and news with no substance
I saw a cop beating a man as he busted his lip
I saw a couple break up, the man started to cry
I saw graffiti on a wall, it said ready to die
I heard ambulances as I saw death dancing
Chaos never dies, the city holds me for ransom
It was another average Tuesday, I was taking the train home
Fresh from the airport, my brain started to roam
A man followed me and asked me for some change
I gave him what I could before they kicked him off the train
A woman came on the rail with 2 kids and a stroller
The businessmen looked away and wouldn’t move over
I got up and gave her my seat, she sat down and smiled
I wondered why these suit and ties wouldn't move for a child?
The train stopped on 16th, a blind man came on
He sat down and started to sing a Paul Robeson song
The kid next to me didn't hear it, he was texting
The man's voice humbled me I was grateful for the lesson
The girl behind us was on the phone and started to cry
The old woman stared out the window, I saw the struggle in her eyes
I heard ambulances as I saw death dancing
Chaos never dies, the city holds me for ransom
It was just another average, cliché Wednesday
I had my notebook on the train, so listen to what the pen say
I saw a man with a sunken face grinding his teeth
I saw a woman thumbing her rosary filled with grief
I saw a drone, I saw a foreclosed home
I saw a poem in it all as they listened on my phone
I saw a dead pigeon, I saw oil in the sewer
A bee landed on the window, every year I see fewer
I saw the police approach a man with their guns aimed
I saw a kid tagging a train, searching for fame
I saw struggle in it all as I wrote away the pain
The windshield wipers squeaked as the sky leaked rain
I saw a dead dog lying in the middle of the road
I saw an elderly woman crying another story untold
I heard ambulances as I saw death dancing
Chaos never dies, the city holds me for ransom
It was another normal Monday, I was sitting by the park
Sipping on some coffee when a dog started to bark
2 men were fighting, a drug deal gone bad
They ran away from the cops, later a junkie found the stash
I saw the cops telling a homeless man to move on
I see handcuffs not homes, this scene is all wrong
I see a blind mother pulling a stroller down Broadway
Another strong woman with a bullet proof soul like Sade
I saw a dead cat in the gutter, no life in its eyes
I see dreamers on the corner like monarch butterflies
I see a mother in sanctuary, separated from her kids
I see no justice, they make it illegal to live
I see ICE outside and I’m not talking about frozen water
I'm talking bout the ICE that'll separate you from your daughter
I heard ambulances as i saw death dancing
Chaos never dies, the city holds me for ransom
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There's a lot of things that they teach you in school like how to be brainwashed and play by the rules
But here's a list of things they will never teach you, you got to learn them on your own let me try to reach you
[Time – Verse 1]
They don't teach you how to love somebody
They don’t teach you that love is muddy
They don’t teach you how to love yourself just to compete and kill for wealth
They don’t teach you how to be poor they don’t teach you how to be rich
They don’t teach you less is more
They don’t teach you pills don’t mix
The war on drugs is a crucifix 2 million in cages should make you sick
They don’t teach you about politics about white supremacy and racists
About rape culture and rape kits it’s patriarchy let's face it
Masculinities a misogynist the gender wall let's break it
They don’t teach you these drugs are laced with chemicals that are makeshift
They don’t teach you that there's a pipeline from school to prison in the basement
They don’t teach you about the new Jim Crow, the Baldus study and death row
Clinton made the prison rates grow, NAFTA made the sweatshops sew
They don’t teach you about the Zapatistas, just Greece, never Giza
They don’t teach you about idle no more, earth first, trying to keep the trees up
The curriculum is transphobic and homophobic, colonized and so atrocious
Eurocentric they're overdosing, it's anti-woman, where's their voices?
They don’t teach history, just white men that's his story, not our story
Where's her story and their story, the truth hurts cause the truth is gory
They don't teach you about class, just rags to riches do the math
It’s only 4% who do that, the yellow brick road is a tricky path
American dream don’t make me laugh, Uncle Sam will stab you in the back
They don’t teach you about Harlan county, Matawan, and the working class wrath
They don’t teach you about the 8 hour strike, Haymarket and anthracite
They don’t teach about the flint sit down, Ohio and Lordstown
They don’t teach about the indigenous, we stole the land and sickened it
Genocidal hit list, at standing Rock they witnessed it
They don’t teach you about these man camps, the FBI and Annie Mae
And the Native American women who are disappeared and MIA
They don’t teach you how to walk away and cut off someone hurting you
They just teach you how to consume, that what you own is the worth of you
They don’t teach you that posting all day will make you feel hollow
They don’t teach you that when you're scrolling you're heading to the bottom
They don’t teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind
They don’t teach you how to stop a suicide just how to get in line
They don’t teach you what it feels like to have a dead friend’s number in your phone
They don’t teach you what to say to someone who's dying all alone
They don’t teach you how to deal with ecological collapse
They don’t teach about free energy it's logical math
They don’t teach no gods no masters just how to be a worker
They don’t teach that laws are cancer, a contract to hurt you
They don’t teach about liberation, just liberty and obeying
They don’t teach about direct action, just thoughts and prayers and more praying
They don’t teach you anything that's really worth knowing
So know yourself, love yourself, and never stop growing
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They say shoot for the stars but we're still shooting for living wage
Now days credit cards and debt are just another cage
They say it's okay just stay positive and pray
But I think to myself, well, will that really cause change?
I think to myself where's the riots, where's the rage?
But will rage really cause the corrupt to turn a page?
I'd rather set the book ablaze then watch another racist child get raised
They say you can't judge the past, that was just a phase
It's just another way to try to make slavery erased
This country was built on crime but they say it doesn't pay
They hide history in a maze behind a suit and tie smiling face
They lie by omission in hopes the truth won't be traced
They call resisters violent but isn't starvation violence?
They call protesters childish, but isn't brutality childish?
They say you're disturbing the peace but isn't betrayal silent?
This is a eulogy for hate, no human is an island
Let's not start over let's start outside of it
Create out own community where liberation can be provided
They say you can't escape the system that's what they said about kings
I guess I'm a prisoner of hope and inside your eyes I see the keys
You said I was your spiritual son, you were my teacher
You told me I had it when my voice came out the speaker
South Chicago street preacher you gave me Sebi's medicine
I wrote this for you when you were still alive you were better then
You were the grandfather I never had on my mom's side thank you for that
You called me on my bullshit I used to hate you for that
You told me to keep it real, you saved me, you told me to keep it honest
You taught me the horrors of slavery, your parents were sharecroppers
You used to smoke those soft packs we'd chat at the VFW
You told me bout how those cops in Edgewater would trouble you
You went to Wilberforce you played for Denver in the ABA
You told me stories about Jalen Rose, KG, and Ye
AwareNess would bring you Sherry wine, you told us about Malcolm
You spoke of the last tribe, god's plan and what would be the outcome
You had some rookie year game worn Jordan's that were signed
We tried to sell them to Jack Nicholson but he thought I was lying
You told me to get you a 40 I felt like I was killing you
Even though the cancer inside was the villain in you
Pops you were strong you survived for so long
You inspired me to be a better me my determination is long
When I got hired to be a teacher you said "Don't make me cry"
But you passed before my first class I was shattered when you died
But now you're at peace, free with your ancestors
I can still feel your presence, thank you for your love you blessed us
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This is untitled
Like an unwritten book thrown away in the trash
Like that carton of cigarettes that you tried to ash
Like your arm's harmed ligaments that you torture and gash
Like them shots that you think blackout the past
Just like that past that won't ever go away
We're waiting for the future so we ignore today
No regrets, no frets, no step back, no rewind
I seem to be on the corner of Heart Attack and Vine
Waiting for Tom but he's in Ruby's arms sublime
But nothings in vein in the heart of space time
If I’m a eat the fruit, then I’m a eat the rind
Cause procrastination only leads to wine
Are we all scabs in this electric coal mine?
They wanna Ludlow the artists in this coal mine
Fiber optic Rockefellers own this gold mine
They say don’t sell your soul, well too late I sold mine
I lost it in a terms of agreement online
Dead digital canaries, white lung but feel fine
Creativities a fog in the night, like dew taking flight
I’m in a Mosquito Pond with my life jacket on
Funny thing is this jackets this song
Tectonic plates every thoughts an earthquake
Every thought of you is worth the shake
Someone owns you from your birth to your wake
Now the Baldwin-Felts and Pinkertons are all in your phone
Your screen's glass is quicksand your stuck and alone
It used to be Jay Gould, Carnegie and Vanderbilt
They stole Mexico for pesos and put their land for sale
Now we got facebook, amazon, apple, and walmart
Things don't change the world's still ran by small hearts
They took the kids out of these caverns that died in these mineshafts
Now they're all mining pixels and working for minecraft
But kids are still mining, dying with cold hands
So we can all instagram, with phones full of coltan
Coffins at the company store it's a death camp
I found my corpse with the light of my head lamp
Spotify script, what type of hell is this?
Trolls and jealous kids my reflection is where the villain is
Holler fills for dollar bills my blue collar's frilled
They guillotined Appalachia to a squalor field
The Greek equivalent of lucifer is tantalum
Ironic like clean coal, and other antonyms
From an asphyxiated ghost town I see a phantom run
Invisible heart, invisible hand with a hand gun
We're hardly counting the disenchanted lungs
From the mines of Harlan county to Sanlidong
Death's playing the mandolin
Head of a CEO on my mantle is one
And I won’t stop rambling till we ram into the sun
Ain't no grave gonna hold my body down
Mother Jones is raising hell in a calico gown
They're driving the death special with lucifer's keys
They shot Tikas in the back by some juniper trees
Bullets like anchors he slept in the sage grass
Apartments like ant farms now we're caged rats
Grand Canyon a pothole compared to the wage gap
I wrote strike with the fog of my breath on the plate glass
Night penetrated the window, truth is a widow
I see journalists with shackles, swimming to gitmo
I see breaker boys with phones, and augers in their hearts
Planned obsolescence, watch me fall apart
Bezos wants the moon where there's no labor laws
No workman's comp, just an airlock to lay em off
I know you think all this mine talk sounds deep
But really I’m just trying to kill the mine owner in me
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released March 20, 2020
