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Ey Yo I'm slippin down a dark hole touchin my soul |
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Think I'm rushin to the stars flash forward to zones |
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Can't move a single bone so I let out a moan |
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Would burn every single poem I wrote just to reach home |
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Feel a rope around my neck tight wrip grip no slack |
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Then I hear a whipe make a loud crack |
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Then feel the flesh on my back split allowing blood to drip to the floor |
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Then I hear a whole crowd roar |
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With my last bit of strength open my eyes |
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To see a pack of rednecks straight from 1905 |
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Could tell by the clothes thery wore and their broken grammar |
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That I was the main event of a lynching in Alabama |
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My body started shaking stamina breaking down |
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I screamed take me down they started laughing like clowns |
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I wish I had a 4 pound or any automatic gun |
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Just to see them crackers run like Satan had come |
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Then I heard the sheriff say "Hey, bring me his son." |
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Now picture that want my little boy to see his Daddy get hung |
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Then the sheriff turned to me and said "Ain't this fun? |
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Well this is what you get for florting with a white woman" |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Ey yo from day one you see they try to take us under |
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Police with guns, and clans hanging us from lumber |
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The shit don't change no matter the time no matter the place |
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It all stays the same |
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[Kimani] |
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1963 and now I'm trapped in a Birmingham jail |
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Next door to King sitting hand cuffed to the rail |
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I sailed through 3 generations of time but same predicament |
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Cause now I'm deep in the thick of it, sick of |
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I started downtown shopping at Montgomery Wards |
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Where my mom sent me to buy a new ironing board |
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>From down on Main Street, trooping through the summertime heat |
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Sweating bullets, came to the colored door and I pull it |
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Seen this white girl in late teens, blond hair and tight jeans |
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Shorts who stopped to ask me if I like to play sports |
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I replied yes, told her basketball was my best |
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But all these lip reading white folks got confused with "nice breast" |
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Now it's one mess after another, |
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Get booted from out the store, still no ironingboard to give my mother |
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Hovered outside on the grass where it seems that news travels fast |
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Everyone that past said "that's your ass!" |
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So I run home to tell mom, to just chill and stay calm |
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But two hours later they burned a croos on the lawn |
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Until dawn we stayed frightened my first instinct was fighting |
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But 10 hooded crackers against one, and I'm done |
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So I run to keep my family from any more calamity |
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Right before the riverbank is where I got janked |
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About to get hanged when the sheriff made his interjection |
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And now I'm sitting in jail for my protection |
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[Chorus x4] |
