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Mankind
01:14
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Jael's Spike
03:40
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You’ve spent years
raping the faith out of boys and girls
Telling rib-crafted women they are lesser beings
and using scraps of Scripture to enslave people
with skin darker than the paper its printed on
And you wonder why the pews are empty?
You wonder why the faith is faltering?
Jesus, we still follow
And we’re trying to hold to that faith
But your silence is deafening
in the face of these cries
Now would be a great time to resurrect
the threshing floor
Hold these vultures to something more
than simply claiming a name, a cross,
a veil of safety behind which to hide
Is that angel of death that greeted Egypt’s firstborns still around?
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[Verse 1]
The jig is up.
The gag is fin-ished
and it’s sin-is-ter.
I am a witness
This is business
and the cus-to-mer is
throwin’ they dishes
[and] askin’ for
forgiveness.
They--
show they ass
and that’s built-in
to what they can
ask [for].
The killer class
wants HUG from my
Black ass? [No.]
How ‘bout the truth.
It’s the least that
I could do.
And So!
Before today is through,
You’ll be accountable, Boo Boo. [You’re welcome!]
*Whispering*
Now listen close
‘cause this’ll fuck you up,
like lac-tose
to the intolerant, and no
I ain’t gon’ holler it.
[CHORUS]
I wish I could believe
I wish that I could see
the other side of all the lies,
And nothing’s here but sea
a sea between the people
who need to touch and agree.
The fingertips of nobodys
Would open up this sea.
[Verse 2]
Did your pastor make it
about all the times you masturbated? [Mine too!]
So I was too afraid of myself
to see what he’d created:
a mirage that my savior was
living inside my naval. [Ha!]
Cause It's convenient--
Ain’t it--
believing God died
for the sexually frustrated.
Cause aye,
if that death
was abetted and aided
By the very government rich folks
created?
That would mean [Oh dear!]
That there are
many more Christs
still incarcerated.
Still getting stories
fabricated.
Still food for these machines
that just get rehabilitated.
Upgraded and rebooted for nation
set on lynching
its creation,
creating abominations, and then
conflating its sins with greatness. [Yikes!]
But
[CHORUS]
I wish I could believe
I wish that I could see
the other side of all the lies,
And nothing’s here but sea
a sea between the people
who need to touch and agree.
The fingertips of nobodys
Are the power that we seek.
[Verse 3]
I love the company of
Free Black Women,
who in these streets, flexing
And who you’d probably find vexing
But with all sincerity,
precision and
Clarity,
do not give a fuck
and say it with dexterity.
Our shouts, our love, our wild-ness—
there is no one like us,
so since it ain’t no hope
you gotta peep our exodus.
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Baby, I’m a deux chevaux man in a one-horse town!
I am D-fens on a righteous crusade
as all that I love is falling down
My whiteness is king and perfection
You see domination
I see predestination
God’s gift to mankind
Yeah I said mankind,
I’m not some fragile
Affirmative action snowflake
I earned every opportunity given to me
And I deserve what’s coming my way...
Wait where’s everyone going?
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You think this is persecution?
You’re not the sun that life spins around?
For once in your existence miserable
Ponder that you’re not the hero of the parable
Jesus sought the one against the 99
To save the ones that you’ve abandoned
Thanks to the question, “Who’s my companion?”
You bet your ass he’ll leave you behind
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imagine losing it all kids house money wealth
cursing the day you were born sitting in ashes
you’d be faithful for the first time in your life
after years of being right and on time confusing
fortune for blessing
too angry to cry only alive enough to complain
but the whirlwind says otherwise as it takes
and moves everything you thought was you
everything you believed you could control
yet here we are still alive and the whirlwind laughs
as you descend descend descend descend descend
screaming god damn it god damn it all the way down
but God won’t damn a thing it’s all sacred and holy
even though the fire burns and the ship has sank
the water the air the earth keep you alive and hungry and thirsty
breathless at the grace of it all as you repent
in dust and ashes getting up early the next day to do it all over again.
and you struggle to remember those you’ve lost
and wonder do the wounds still bleed as you scratch the scar
is it much more simpler to be angry resentful and bitter and you wonder is there rest for the living?
are those who are dead to me in torment?
do they suffer? do they burn? or do they sleep peacefully
blissfully unaware that I’ve sent them to hell?
maybe
hell is where good people go when they would rather be right than in love.
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You used to love me
I will never be
You took all of me
What's they're left to be
I used to love you
You will never be
I took all of you
What's they're left to be
You were my religion
Fallin on my knees
Praying to you
never leave me
I was your religion
You pray to me
I took your body
I took your being
I’m your God
I’m your God
I’m your God
I wanna feel your heartbeat
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The Means Undid the Ends
01:56
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These hexperimentations have deep, deep roots
Maybe there really is something in the water
Drink from it enough
And you’re changed within
Afeared of ever shade and palette
Every person a risk, every eye a threat
Cursed to wander this soil
When freedom simply beckons to give up your hate
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Vio-Lens
04:43
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Home is a bittersweet root
Fresh cut grass
Buzzsaw cicada ocean roar
Dirt track races ebb and flow in waves
Yet is this creek bed poisoned?
Is this clay reddened with blood
Of those used and discarded?
Is all we grow ill-gotten food?
All these years of growth and stagnation
Is this progress and emancipation?
If life is a zero sum game, then by god
We better be winning, swimming in gold
The green envelopes, flourishes,
Let us not rest till this work finishes
White supremacy-eating kudzu we shall be
Overwhelming death cults with life, you & me
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More Guns
03:00
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Brenda impregnated herself with a shotgun
Double-barreled buckshot straight into the womb
Twin babies born sporting arms of triggers and steel
They blew their own heads off the first time each one sneezed
The nurses and doctors all smiled, couldn’t have been more pleased
If only there’d been more guns
We might all still be alive
More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains
If only we’d all been weaponized
Chuck tucked himself in with a heavy piece of metal
Up under his pillow where he kept his fears and his doubts
Til one night he shifted and his vision was swiftly split into two
That bullet freed his mind from the prison of his skull
And new crimson hue spread on the bed sheets and wall
If only there’d been more guns
We might all still be alive
More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains
If only we’d all been weaponized
Caleb’s K5 class was raised from birth
to duck and cover, run and gun, shooting whoever
Came in their class, announced by that siren
Then one day the principle nodded off and hit the button
Their teacher walked in and was greeted by a metal swarm all of a sudden
If only there’d been more guns
We might all still be alive
More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains
If only we’d all been weaponized
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Blame the traumatized victim
Crucify the bleeding infirmed
Mocking the poor is the sport of kings
Faux strength is free for these weaklings
Centuries of self-made division
Gnostic viewpoints in tradition
Disembodied, disengaged
One becomes two and the head becomes tyrant
Cleave the brain from the body
It’s doing no good
Destroy the walls to your humanity
Let your heart beat anew
feel the value of another
Burn the traces of your mind
Allow your spirit to be free
How many more of us must die?
For ideas Ripped asunder
by thinkers
Long gone from this world
Worshipping the order
Leaves us lawless
Seeking a life that is only
Only flawless
Contradiction’s hope
lays waiting unseen
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QOHELETH Charlotte, North Carolina
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