Guillotine Dreams

Yeah, trapped, trapped, trapped in a nightmare

Mic check with precision, cut through the red tape

Colonial hellscape, Winnipeg got bodies like Belgrade

With, no signs of change because this violence keeps us well paid Fruit from these graves, and yet we’re self made?

Denial is a mental illness, policy, now we’re well trained

‘Cause we won’t read the books but yo we will watch the sextape

Like, Fuck Fanon, I only read what the caption is

My favourite genre is Birth of a Nation meets The Kardashians Plantation fetish sold in the mainstream

No critiques, but guarantee we got rape scenes in HD

Trauma onscreen, it’s making cream for those who gate keep

And push me to the edge take my murder beyond these breakbeats Non-threatening cats be in the spotlight

We tryna off whites, but they just wanna rock the Off White

At any cost like, I give a fuck about who has to sugar

The hunger is vulgar, schizophrenic vultures

Arts councils throwing us money to pimp the culture

They thinking ‘bout the colour, I’m more concerned with the structure By any means, ‘cause no amount of streams could stop these screams The ghosts that walk these streets, the victims of our deeds

The land theft, denial, the genocide, the greed

All of which are Canadian dreams

So, while they singing God Save the Queen

The only place I’m tryna see Liz’s face is in a guillotine

All of which are Canadian dreams

All of which are Canadian dreams

All of which are Canadian dreams

All of which are Canadian dreams

On the edge like Chris Dorner, move like Sojourner Post-apocalyptic scapes, Youth for Christ on the corner Oblivious the horrors, sometimes it’s torture

It’s endless, no repentance, Bibles hot off the presses

The road to Hell is paved, I ain’t just talking good intentions We sanitize, revise, then get the sponsorship from Netflix So, make sure that your subscriptions up to date

Our budgets never break, we do collabos with the state Another mil for the cronies, collecting trophies

I watch closely, reading Naomi, eating this roti

In the low sneaks killin’ ‘em slowly, yeah you know B

And these fucks don’t even blink, word to Jamal Kashoggi Saudi to Selkirk ave, this ain’t a fad

They sole concern is the bag

And fine dine, while we seek existence in these tags

In a city where red dresses hang right next to confederate flags Yellow press rags, aid to distract, alt-facts- it’s deep

If these streets could speak, they’d weep

Then stand, strong back, with a b-girl stance and dance Uprocks to make the devil collapse

It’s like, something that you’ve never seen

The beauty made my mother cry and my baby scream

As we unpack the schemes, the themes, the obscene

All of which are Canadian dreams

All of which are Canadian dreams

All of which are Canadian dreams

All of which are Canadian dreams

All of which are Canadian dreams

We want people to say 'This is unfair'

And if you as a super rich, privileged person cannot acknowledge that this is unfair: guillotine