Call The Cops
December 31, 2018
Call The Cops is my new project, that encompasses a film, an album, and visual materials (included with album download).
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This tape is dedicated to Skobo.
The segregationist healthkkkare apartheid organized by ma$$a demographies must end.
“You’re militant, you’re this”…am not any of that bullshit. They tryna blame this racial shit on me. It was here when I came here. I could drop dead right now. I have nothing to do with the race problems in amerikkka. And they try to make me…”Oh, it’s him, not,–Mooney, it’s him.” No, it’s not fuckin’ me. No it’s not. It’s not me. It’s not. And the ones of you that are smart, you’ll clap, and you’ll say things, and, keep your passion, but you little Jim Jones, Kool-Aid drinkin’ motherfuckers, ain’t gonna do nothin’. They’re not takin’ my passion from me. I don’t–There’s not enough money, there’s not enough anything. They’re not takin’ my fuckin’ passion and who I am. Fuck that. Am keepin’ my passion, I’m keepin’ my blackness. No, I can’t let go. Sorry, kids, I cannot let go. I just can’t. I can’t let–They come, “Oh now, Paul, Paul…You’re brilliant, you’re a genius, but the racial stuff, Paul…” No, it’s here. And it’s gon’ be here and it’s not goin’ nowhere.”
— Paul Mooney
1. It’s Not Over ( Intro )
2. Av Been Better ( Bottles & Lights )
3. Sell Me A Dream
4. How I Feel
5. Wrong Demo
6. Promo Code
7. Dissociate
8. Bits Of My Spine
9. Economic Cooning ( Pie-In-The-Sky )
10. Everyone’s A Fucking Cop
11. You Are Not Polite To The Boss ( Interlude )
12. RIP
13. Slave Narrative
14. Call The Fucking Cops
15. Darlings Of Colonialism
16. Kibera Spine
Full Lyrics:
1. It’s Not Over ( Intro )
2. Av Been Better ( Bottles & Lights )
Been awhile
Since I pulled
An all-niter
I remember rite before I recorded Klanhattan KlanVillage Mixtape,
I did my thing over a Mohjay beat tape, yoh
Let’s see
Yeh,
Oh, av been better, av been better, yeh,
Oh, av been better, yeh
What?
They hit me with the bottle, then they turned my lights out,
Yeh, they gave me the prescription bottle, now I got no lights now,
Yeh, they gave me pain pills for my spine,
Why’d I gotta take pills for my spine?
I’m gonna give you a little –storybook,
Even though, no one gives a fuck bcoz am –sorta broke,
Just a kid, grew up by the brook,
Livin in the swamp,
Who gives a fuck? Am –
just a little kid, 15 years old,
covered in acne with my back brace,
They installed rods in my spine.
15 years later,
inflexibility and pressure
led to a fracture of my L2.
Takin 2 Ls,
No fuckin jewelz,
They hit me widda bottle, now my motherfuckin lights is out,
Prescription bottle, now my fuckin lights is out,
Yeh,
Took the pills in the bottle,
All the sudden, I see these
Things in my eyes
That I’ve never fuckin seen before
Yeh,
this happened today
I jus came from the optometrist, bro
I jus fuckin came there
My eyes are all fuckin
Pupil’d out bro,
I love, I love the healthcare system,
Hugs and kisses, yoh,
Man,
Indeed.
3. Sell Me A Dream
This kinda sound like that “Taxi Driver” soundtrack,
Yeh, so now my vision’s fucked, I thought I’d get my video first,
But my life, it sucks,
Who gives a fuck tho, bcoz am poor, yoh,
Who gives a fuck tho, am not part of the demographic,
Am glad I wershipp ma$$a,
And gave them my parents’ money,
Like they always would do with or without my existence,
My existence is not welcome,
I know everyone wants to sell me –a dream,
That is not possible,
Remove my capacity, my work ethic doesn’t matter no more,
Remove my capacity, my work ethic don’t matter no more,
Yeh, I kno that shit, I don’t fuckin like rappin,
Bcoz everything I hear is the same fuckin plantation
-ethics, ethos, whatever the fuck you wanna call it,
ma$$a wershipp, every day I see it, man
I got nothin to rap about, coz I got no family,
I got no frenz,
I got no one I love.
4. How I Feel
yeh, Pope, I jus wanna let you know, man
I got love for you bro,
Mad love, nothin but love, man
I know when we first started interactin,
And I saw you on some Sniper SP beat on the internets,
I was like “Damn, this poorwhite’s good and speaks to the emotional truth of my experience in the village as a poorwhite,”
“…but he’s white and therefore not cool,”
so the intra-racism, intra-poorwhite segregation kicked in,
coz u kno,
am a wealthy brat from an upper class,
is what I tell myself,
even thru my declining health,
even thru my descent to hell,
even thru ascent to pain,
nothin left to gain,
yeh man,
when I said I felt nothing,
I meant,
The people around me here, physically,
Who are fuckinnn…
….Pretty apathetic to my well-being
I gave them so much of my time,
So much of my time,
I didn’t expect,
The rug to get pulled out like this with the bratz,
They installed the pain machine when I was a little kid,
And it just detonated, my spine is done.
Took some pills for my spine, now my eyes is done.
I love everyone.
I’ll never see the sun again, never finish my video,
Spent the past 6 years learnin how to do video,
With my film theory, gettin to see clearly in my mind’s eye,
Doesn’t really matter if my eye’s dry,
Doesn’t really matter coz I can’t cry anyway for myself no more,
Coz there is no self,
I am fuckin dead
Fuckin dead,
Can you see it in my head?
Am fuckin dead,
Fuckin dead,
Everyone is fuckin dead,
My children will never fuckin exist,
My children never got the shot to exist,
So how am I gonna pity you with your family?
How am I gonna pity you with your family?
How am I gonna pity you with your girl problems?
How am I gonna pity you with your boy problems?
You don’t fuckin got problems,
I don’t really give a fuck,
Am really fuckin isolated,
My life is full of pain and suck shit
Suckin shit out the tuuube,
Lubricating the privilege,
Of the master race, economic master race demographics
Take my shirt off, yoh, it’s cookin in this booth, man
Yeh…
5. Wrong Demo
My life’s fuckin terrible,
Too dismal to fit into the parable,
Of a beautiful African Proverb whatever-the-fuck,
Yoh, man, censor yourself coz
If you around people you cared about
You’re just gonna hurt them with your toxic dying body,
Lashing out at people,
And you’re definitely gonna economically weigh them down,
And emotionally weigh them down,
Coz you got nothing but pain and inability to do anything that could produce gain for other people and yourself,
You gotta assess yourself,
Gotta invest in yourself,
Oh, the investment’s crashed,
What the fuck is that?
They take away your capacities,
That’s what the brat do,
Apartheid cities, livin in the clean hood with the white teeth,
Speakin english in the private school behind the gated communities,
–fuckin tool,
and we a fuckin tool wershippin ma$$a,
we killin ourselves with that intra-racism, yoh,
f’real,
and the intra-classism, yoh
Poors vs. poors, they go to war for the ma$$a,
It’s the same shit, it’s so tiresome,
I don’t know how to fuckin get beyond it tho,
Everyone got that health privilege,
Am fuckin hella-jealous,
Man,
I can’t even tell it, strait upp,
I would rather fuckin dismember you, put your body in a bag, and throw it in a dumpster behind Kohl’s,
Fuck all your life tho,
Yeh, I see thru your fat rolls,
And those are comin for me if I survive long enough,
Which I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy,
Coz I don’t give a fuck,
Frankly, Imuh get fat, coz my fuckin lumbar spine is fractured as fuck,
And the hardware in my spine? Most likely not connected,
Everytime I bend and twist it’s like a lightning strike—my dickhole,
I don’t give a fuck tho, What’s the fuckin difference?
Ain’t no one love you, Kevin,
If they would, they would of made a difference,
Would of stuck their neck out, maybe even helped you get some healthcare,
Doesn’t really matter yoh, this life? No fuckin welfare.
You not a brat demographic, so you don’t deserve anything good to happen,
You not a brat demographic, so you don’t deserve anything good to happen,
You just not a brat demographic, so you don’t deserve anything good to happen,
You’re not a brat demographic, so you don’t believe anything good will happen,
Coz it won’t, coz it won’t,
Yeh, I know, coz I seen that shit befo’,
That’s that village shit, bro
6. Promo Code
You not in a brat demographic
So you don’t deserve anything good to happen
Yoh, I bet if I got some, like, you know, sexually desirable fieldhand, promo code, athlete body,
Y’all would subsidize my privilege,
My extant privilege,
We give to the privileged and take away from the underprivileged,
Fuck a image, Fuck a gimmick,
Fuck a sales rep, fuck tech support,
Fuck a consultant,
It all boils down to one thing.
Economic Ma$ter race wanna keep you in the same place
Economic Ma$ter race wanna keep you in the same place
Economic Ma$ter race wanna keep you in the same place
Economic Ma$ter race wanna keep you in the same place
…And it’s not getting better,
don’t believe the cute fieldhand on tv,
don’t believe the black milf with the big tits on fox news, bro,
don’t do it, that’s bad for you,
…or the spanish equivalent on the other network…
…who cares, its all the same brat demographic producers feeding content, beaming it into childs’ eyes.
7. Dissociate
Yoh, you installed the pain machine in my fuckin spine.
…How you think I feel about that?
Past 6 years been hell, I lost the ability to eat in 2012.
Lost the ability to eat, yoh, I can’t eat.
I got bile in my liver. I got bile spilling on my internal organs.
Do you really think I give a fuck about anything?
Imuh fuckin save your life, man? Cmon man, Fuck outta here,
Fuck outta—toss me out, am already tossed. I’m outta here.
Rite, it’s surreal yoh,
I dissociate too, man. I dissociate.
It’s the only way to deal with it.
8. Bits Of My Spine
…and catland, sometimes called…
I betcha didn’t know, I’m pushing bits of my spine back in place with my fucking hands,
Deal with that, fucking deal with that reality,
I’m pushing bits of my spine, back into place, with my fucking hands,
I’m pushing bits of my fucking spine, back into place, with my fucking hands.
…I wish I could dream…
I already lost the ability to eat, yoh, I got bile spilling on my internal organs at all times.
It’s very hard to wakeup. And it’s very hard to go to sleep. And it’s very hard, very hard to stay asleep.
…and the sexual propertee, yoh, it doesn’t relieve that. And talking to wealthy ekkk$pat$, fuck outta here.
Where’s my economic reparations for this fuckin violence you’ve done. You fuckin plantationowner brat-genealogy motherfuckers.
Where’s my fuckin reparations?
You’ll never give up econ redistrib willingly.
You own the means of violence, I know this.
You own the means of communication. You own everything.
You own us, you own our fucking minds with the fuckin toxikkk ideology.
…and you fuck your own…
let’s fuckin be friends.
Lemme listen to a fuckin yuppie brat talk about his fuckin problems.
Fuck outta here.
You condescending,–you don’t even know what life is, you fuckin bitch.
Fuck outta here.
The Fuck outta here.
9. Economic Cooning ( Pie-In-The-Sky )
Fuck rapping, man. I don’t fuckin care.
You just wanna hear some economic cooning,
You wanna hear that “I made it, you can too” fuckin brat propaganda, demography-pander. Fuck you. Fuck your ma$$a wershipp, yoh. Strait upp. You sellin dreams, yoh. Fuck dreams, all I got is reality.
Reality darker than a thousand watevers, man, I don’t give a fuck,
It ain’t fuckin clever, am jus doin my shit tryna sever this reality
from me coz am so distant, yoh
regress, and get the fuck away,
coz y’all jus depress and oppress with your fuckin presence,
not so great,
the essence of it is you’re not down with the fundamentals, coz you can’t accept,
coz your mind won’t go there, it’s too dark, that’s where I live.
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,
You won’t come to the village coz you scared of that shit, fuck you, fuck you,
You love that apartheid, that’s your dream, that’s what you wanna be, apartheid,
Clean white sneaks, fuck your life,
You love that apartheid, I know you do,
All the time I see it.
Gave too much real estate up in my mind in my youth to these fuckin brats and what they do is so fuckin evil.
And they the only game in town coz they withhold the means of development.
Systematically underdevelopin’ poors like me, and my family across the seas, overseas, that transatlantic,
Back to the triangle, getting lost in that Bermuda,
Give a fuck, grab a tool-uh,
No way to fix it, no handy-man,
Yoh, man, my fuckin spine is done forever,
You know it’s bad when you tell a doctor that and he looks scared.
Everything’s great. I love everyone. Y’all fuckin—big hugs,
Gather round a circle,
get your blocking, you know, get your frame within a frame,
a photo within a photo, get your staging correct, it’s gonna be a wonderful composition, man,
worthy of bryan peterson,
give a fuck about how high the meter’s in,
my fuckin back is ruined for my fuckin remainder of this miserable toxic rape nightmare that is existence.
Everything’s fuckin terrible.
Everything is a fuckin nightmare.
Everything is the worst shit ever.
This is so far away from what reality was when I had more biological privilege,
And they want me to be silent about this shit, and just die and pay takkk$ to the fats,
Fuck that shit, fuckin bratz,
All that shidd is fuckin wakkk,
Seen that shidd before my whole fuckin life,
Everyone doesn’t give a fuck, they too caught up in their own ego,
Amerikkka’s fuckin got the worst people,
From what I’ve seen, what I’ve seen,
I don’t got akkkcess to the bratz,
but what I’ve seen of the bratz,
I really don’t give a fuck much about that,
From what I’ve seen, they’re fuckin wakkk,
From what I’ve seen, they’re fuckin wakkk,
They jus want you to be by the phone,
They jus want you when they feel alone,
But they don’t want you to be fuckin equal,
They give you that Pie-In-The-Sky when they do they evil, yeh
They give you that Pie-In-The-Sky when they do they evil, yeh
They give you that Pie-In-The-Sky when they do they evil, yeh
They give you that Pie-In-The-Sky when they do they evil, yeh
They give you that Pie-In-The-Sky when they do they evil, yeh
…young lady.
…old lady.
10. Everyone’s A Fucking Cop
Everyone’s A Fucking Cop
Everyone’s a fucking cop.
Everyone’s a fucking cop.
Everyone’s a fucking cop.
Everyone’s a fucking cop.
Everyone’s a fucking cop.
Everyone’s a fucking cop.
Everyone’s a fucking cop.
They do nothing so they want to assert their privilege,
Assert their privilege,
They do nothing so they wanna assert,
Assert their privilege,
And if they do something, it was probably given to them.
Genealogy of privilege.
Genealogy of raped slaves.
Genealogy of privilege.
Genealogy of raped slaves.
Genealogy of privilege.
Genealogy of raped slaves.
Genealogy of privilege.
Genealogy of raped slaves.
Demographic tradeup, tradeup, tradeup!
Demographic wait, wait, wait,
Demographic Bureau of Indian Affairs, you can’t
Get
Your own infrastructure, we gotta fuck ya
On the Reservation,
Keep you waitin, On the Reservation,
Throw my dead body in the Reservation,
Reservation,
I got a reservation on the Reservation,
Poorwhite on his slave shit.
Am just a poorwhite on his slave shit.
No relationship.
Just a slave ship.
Just the slave shit.
Just a slave ship.
The waves are very friendly.
They’re wavin me on.
Like a cop.
11. You Are Not Polite To The Boss ( Interlude )
12. RIP
RIP Kevin’s spine, 2018
RIP Kevin’s eyes, 2018,
RIP Kevin’s ability to eat, 2012,
RIP Kevin’s will to live,
RIP Everything good in my life,
RIP Everything good in my life,
I been keepin myself alive by jerkin myself off to memories,
But guess what?
They’re poison, man.
Coz, it’s impossible to ignore,
They ain’t never comin back again, my friends is dead. Hey!
Suicide, suicide, suicide, suiciiiiide,
AIDS, apartheid, AIDS, apartheid,
Suicide, suicide, suicide,
AIDS, apartheid,
Suicide, suicide, suiciiiiide,
AIDS, apartheid,
Suicide, suicide, suiciiiiide,
AIDS, apartheid,
Everything in my life is over,
Over,
So over,
Everything in my life is over,
Over,
So over,
Yeh,
And when it comes to the women,
…that dehumanised sexual property,
am just a fieldhand with a broken back,
…and like I already told ya,
pussy is propertee,
…and man is just a fieldhand,
to the,
huh huh,
to the debt arkkkitects,
and am not a debt arkkkitect,
and am not even a fieldhand anymore,
I lost the privilege of bein a fuckin fieldhand,
I got no fuckin spiiine werkinn,
I can’t walk,
I can’t shit,
I couldn’t eat for 6 years,
I can’t walk,
I can’t shit,
I couldn’t eat for 6 years,
I can’t bring you down with my existence,
I can’t bring you down with my existence,
I can’t bring you down with my existence,
I wanna give you all these good things,
That I don’t have the capacity to have,
Thanks to the bratz
m-m-m-medicine,
thanks to the bratz,
ekkk$pat demography!
Well over $100k median household income hoods,
Whoo!
Existence, yoh,
What a dark spectacle this is,
What a dark, dark., dark spectacle this is,
What a just….monstrous existence.
13. Slave Narrative
I can only generate pain and economic burden.
Those are my chief exports!
Weigh my cotton!
Weigh my fucking cotton.
Not even a fellow slave gonna put a little cotton in my bale, so, you know, I can,
Suffer another day.
That’s the segregation perfected by the bratz who grew upp with privilege,
That’s the segregation by the bratz who grew upp with privilege,
You wanna talk on the fon?
You wanna tell me your fuckin problems?
You wanna talk on the fon?
You wanna tell me your fuckin problems?
You wanna talk on the fon?
You wanna tell me your fuckin problems?
You wanna talk on the fon?
You wanna tell me your fuckin problems?
…yeh.
We’re not the same, we’re not the same,
We’re not the same,
You’ll never understand,
What it’s like to be me,
And I hope you don’t,
This shit is hell, this shit is hell,
Stay the fuck away from me,
This shit is hell, this is hell,
Stay the fuck away from me,
You don’t wanna see this shit,
This is the worst life experience,
You don’t wanna see this shit,
You don’t wanna know how I survive this.
I don’t wanna survive this.
I’ve been dead inside forever.
This is the werst shit.
I touched the sun for a year in Kenya, and it was the best shit ever,
I touched the sun.
And I paid for it with 6 years of death.
Pain machine installed by the bratz on that malpractice,
Maybe you knicked my vagus nerve,
I don’t know what the fuck it was,
All I knew was I couldn’t eat, drink, or smoke, or do anything fun again.
…The bratz tell me it’s all in my head,
the last doctor I saw for that was a hypnotist.
Fast forward, I said fuck the doctors coz it wasn’t goin anywhere…
Now it’s 2018, started to get my shit together, despite not being able to fucking eat!
…and avoiding the fucking brat shit.
And then the pain machine I almost forgot about,
In my spine,
When I was 15 years old, when I was a little acne kid,
…it fuckin snapped.
IT FUCKIN SNAPPED!
…isn’t that great.
Isn’t that great.
Call the fuckin cops.
Isn’t that great.
Call the fuckin cops.
Isn’t that great.
So they can repatriate,
Funds to the bratz.
To the ekkk$pat$.
Funds to the bratz.
Fun with the bratz.
Fun with the bratz.
Fun with the bratz.
14. Call The Fucking Cops
…and these fat motherfuckers. God. What cancer.
You fat motherfuckers!
You’re fuckin takin all the cheese, man. You fuckin fallin into all the traps, yoh.
You fuckin runnin into the roach motel.
You run into the fuckin roach motel.
God fucking damnit, you stupid motherfuckers, you fat weak, motherfuckers.
You have no fucking integrity. You can’t fuckin see beyond yourself for a motherfucking second.
And I know it coz it’s in me too,
–but, FUCK.
…you have all this privilege and you don’t do shit with it.
I don’t even have capacity.
I can’t fuckin see.
My fuckin back is cracked.
Uh.
You gonna tell me how you feel?
You gonna stay in the same place?
You gonna choose to do nothing?
I-I don’t have any time…
–left, first of all.
Huh Huh.
Call the fucking cops.
Call the fucking cops.
You’re fat. You’re fat.
Call the fucking cops.
You’re fat.
Call the fucking cops.
You’re fat.
Call the fucking cops.
You’re fat.
Call the fucking cops.
You’re fat.
Call the fucking cops.
You’re fat.
Call the fucking cops.
You’re fat.
15. Darlings Of Colonialism
They hitchu with that Pie-In-The-Sky, when it’s time to pay a poorwhite.
They hitchu with that Pie-In-The-Sky, when it’s time to pay a poorwhite.
Wealthy ekkk$pat africans,
Wealthy whites,
Wealthy asians,
Wealthy any demography,
Jus look at the median income,
It’s the same fuckin bratz, everywhere.
Darlings of Colonialism.
From the administrative class.
Determine the opportunities that you have.
Keep you in your little niche, you’re a little biiitch,
A little bit of quiche, a little bit of class,
A little bit of class, See you after class,
Can I get a pass? Can I pass for white?
Fuck this shit. Fuck this life.
Everyone’s fuckin wakkk. Alrite, alrite, alrite.
Alrite, tone it down. The cops is comin now.
They’re on the way, they’re gonna take you to a safe place.
Here, take these pills and forget.
And shut the fuck up.
Take these pills as…
Ingest these mind lies.
Ingest these mind lies.
Ingest these mind lies
…so you can swim thru the apartheid channel.
Investment with Zuckerberg, cuck humor,
Basic shidd, cute safe demographic pander, Tina Fey,
Same fuckin shidd every day,
Everyone’s so fuckin safe,
Reddit comment levels of dehumanisation,
Instagram—same faces, same asses,
Same fuckin basikkk.
Same vanilla.
Same “Yeh, yeh bro.”
Same brats’ kkkommunity, communicating their means of the production that they own,
Everything’s the fucking same tho.
Everything’s the fucking same tho.
I don’t give a fuck.
Call me insane tho.
I don’t really care tho, I know how I see it.
I don’t know everything I jus know what I know,
Like Jeezy say.
Word to snow,
Word to fuckin rain,
Word to this fuckin pain every day.
You think my brain would get tired.
Yeh, am sure that’s gonna go next.
Everything’s gone. Fuck it.
Gone with the wind,
Frankly, no one give a damn.
No women-friend, well, that’s coz no property, yoh,
That’s the conjunction, yoh.
On some “Banjo”, Claude McKay,
He was gay,
He was catholikkk,
He was an expat,
wuddeverthefuck, hat trick,
3
things I don’t give a fuck abouuuut:
3 things that no one gives a fuck about you.
Imuh list em off, ready? 1, 2, 3.
Your sekkks life.
No one gives a fuck.
That’s like the surface level.
Sekkks life? No one gives a fuck about your sekkks life, bro.
Number 2.
Your economics, man. Your job.
No one gives a fuck about your job, man.
No one can do that for you, either.
Number 3. Errr… Number 1, we’re counting down, right?
Sorry, my spine is like, fucked, really bad, forever.
The last one.
Yeh…your health. Your health privilege. That’s the most unspoken, rite?
Coz it’s really cool, to like, be a, you kno,
Plantationowning Black Man, that’s sexually desirable,
werd to Idris Elba,
I dunno if he’s a bad dude or not, am jus sayin,
You know, the Polo aesthetic, here.
You know, the Plantationowning aesthetic, here.
…And, um…
That’s cool, rite?
But no one’s doing that health cooning, yoh. Heh.
No one, no one fracturing their spine, yoh. Heh ha ha,
I tell you whut, I tell you whut,
Am not sexually desirable, yoh.
Am not propertee anymore, yoh.
My real estate value has plummeted, and it can never return.
That’s what all the dokkks say, yoh. They say it can’t get better.
Am like, yeh, tell me something I haven’t been knowing for years.
….They kkkollect dem fundz tho.
They redistribute funds away from the poors, yoh.
Like they do, yoh.
I love em all.
I love em all very much.
Call the cops.
16. Kibera Spine
I know they don’t give a fuck about me.
My dreams is trollin me.
I know they don’t give a fuck about me.
My dreams is trollin me.
—lookin away from the mic for a second, fuck your life for a second…
Yeh.
It’s all over goodbye.
It’s all over goodbye.
It really hurt me, personally
When people I gave money to,
Were like “oh, now that you’re not giving me money, fuck your life.”
But I get it. That’s what people are.
We’re economic statuses, man. We’re economic statuses.
We’re economic status, yoh.
Werd to facebook.
Lemme see some ID,
What’s your demography?
Lemme see some ID,
Lemme kkkollect some rent,
What’s the best ethnic group?
What’s the best ethnic group?
What’s the best ethnic group?
Get in line, yoh.
Get in line. We’ll tell you what your ethnic group is.
We’ll pick out an ethnic group for you.
Get in line.
We’ll tell you what your ethnic group is.
We’ll pick out an ethnic group for you.
…And then you’ll get to pick.
Cotton. Cotton. Cotton. Cotton.
Cotton. Cotton. Cotton. Cotton.
Cotton.
…I can hear my ancestors…in the bottom of that poverty ocean.
I could hear my ancestors…in the bottom of that poverty ocean.
They install the pain machine when you’re young.
They install the pain machine generations back.
My infratructure has crumbled.
I’ve got a Kibera spine. I’ve got a Githurai spine. I’ve got a Donholm spine. I’ve got a Rongai spine. I’ve got a D-block, Dandora spine.
Hey, He’s got an idea, yoh. Call the cops.
Call the cops.
Thanks:
I would like to extend a special thanks to Rhymes Intellectual Chief who had the courage to speak out about his own health situation, and connect what is happening to himself and others as an essential part of a critique of the plantation economic system.
The bratz will always appropriate what we do and continue with the economic cooning propaganda, but the integrity, reality, and purity of intention of R.I.C’s work has empowered a generation.
Big ups, baba.
Pa1
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