This is the first single from my upcoming EP, Pariah. Coming Soon.
lyrics
Who appraises the value on black life?
Who mandated virtue be the others prize?
why is ivory exalted higher than gold,
shun truth, for a coveted lie
Who jacks off to black tragedy porn, with wanton eyes
Milly Rock vilified bitter crop,
forced from ripe to rot,
strange fruit looped for all time
Boogeyman born from presumption to flesh
Who got lambasted in the Press,
got their jacket pulled once they lacked a pulse
now their humanity's reviled
mausoleums fashioned within our minds,
a wall of names, recalled in ire,
here lies every untimely victim,
of a racially motivated demise
Who are the ancient tribe of origin,
who asserted that dark skin should offend,
who decreed the penance be limb from limb,
Who penned that ordinance?
we reside in parallel Americas,
paralyzed by ambivalence,
not a fair one, but a flare up
as we glare at another apparent lynching,
to forgo forlorn lore forged
sever that Norse noose to coarse mulch,
my Othello flesh complexion of coal,
ethnic suggestion is Moor,
oppression is more prevalent,
my main man said the mane of the mare pestilence
carried a fetid stench,
presently death holds no prejudice,
and will not judge you on the basis of race, gender, or status
it just decimates, could be snake eyes on the dice shake
just goin to buy you a breakfast plate
cynical killjoy scrawling memoirs,
verifiable vibe defiler,
not a simp inclined to sit on the fence
between hell and tidal wave
these times try a sane man's resolve,
prompting the same to satiate a shaken mettle with prescribed sedatives,
the desperate and deranged have access to weapons
Smith and Wesson is Molech,
the citizens reverence Koch Heckler
the carnal minded share a common bond of the Columbine kind at the slightest threat,
we're all Joe Bonham goners,
average man is a misnomer,
untrained aim and a fools focus,
make us all ops for an oops moment,
huddle with the meek or be heaped corpses,
guess cooler heads truly do prevail
thats why the morgues filled
lick shots, lick chops canines remain moistened,
a carnivore feast,
blood pours from each portion,of a leaking meat morsel,
hordes stymied by the virus of violence,
I stifle desire to leap forward
Hook
This is my day off, I didnt plan to watch the world burn
But I cannot sleep, the smell of smoke breached as turned, and its getting hot, yet this fever will not subside it’s squeezing us all, screaming to wheezing to calm, I can’t breathe.
credits
released July 25, 2020
Written and Produced by d.o.n.
