But We're Chill Now, Right? Lyrics

They said

“What's this voodoo?

Who's imbari?

I can hardly comprehend you brutes and really I'm not sorry

This will not do it's execrable unacceptable

This invalidity is atrocious their exposing their own genitals

There's only one in the sky yet you have several shrines

Your civilization's dying and polluted with demons

We'll educate you on our faith because we're trying to save you heathens

In fact you lack path so pack your bags we'll call it even

From slave ships to plantations to making, white privilege

Naked black bodies whipped to prove superior

Whether or not they were yours it made like, no difference

Psychological wages increased if you have the, right pigment

Forced to sleep in shacks their quality of living subpar to their masters backs lashed

Laboring, in the dirt

Newly Freed indentured servants stigmatized as “Poor white trash”

It's hard to find a job when all the spots are Filled with prisoners

Crow only crying across the south the new separation wasn't word of mouth cause

While whites were able to buy a home and get nestled

Minorities were denied by Realtors and left in the ghetto

Type A zones the utopian Groves the ones moving forward cause green means go

Investments stopped at redlines, in order to control

A spatial racial mixing the FHA was the border patrol

Poverty passed down opportunities inherited

Bound to be a trapped mouse exactly how their parents lived

But labeled as lazy by the racists that put 'em there it's

Hard to find equality in a system built upon arrogance

Forced to sleep in shacks their quality of living subpar to their masters

Now they sleep, without a ball and chain

Rights and freedoms legislated laws are seldom followed the difference is

There is no difference can't you see it's all The same

But it doesn't end there

Civil rights achieved were they free or just reprieved FEDs are dumping something now

Those same communities are flipping nick's at 5th and 6th

The perfect pick for tricky dick to hit em with the Politics

It’s the crack attack get back, you'll lose your mind and morals

Reagan set the trap, getting hard on crime was normal

Just a scapegoat, raids and cuffs on painted thugs got profiled as a demon

While these cops’ awarded halos

Caged in a cell or barred in an image

Uncle Sam shrugs and wipes the blood off on his linen pants

Pointing the finger and putting the blame on the perpetrators

But failing to break down structural barriers

And Generations of exclusion institutional excuses

Leaving stereotyped infusions fully attached and reproducing

Let's not be colorblind and ignore what is in sight

Don’t erase the past now cause it's not that black and white