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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sons Of Kemet
Sons Of Kemet
Performer
Joshua Idehen
Joshua Idehen
Vocals
Shabaka Hutchings
Shabaka Hutchings
Woodwinds
Theon Cross
Theon Cross
Tuba
Tom Skinner
Tom Skinner
Drums
Eddie Hick
Eddie Hick
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shabaka Hutchings
Shabaka Hutchings
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shabaka Hutchings
Shabaka Hutchings
Producer
Dilip Harris
Dilip Harris
Mixing Engineer
Marcus Locock
Marcus Locock
Assistant Recording Engineer
Guy Davie
Guy Davie
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Black is tired Uh, black would like to make a statement Black is tired Black's eyes are vacant Black's arms are leaden Black's tongue cannot taste shit Black's stomach cannot compress death And black would like to state that black is not A beast of myth to be slain in a fable Recounted on top a round table Surrounded by blue-collared brave men and Black has demands Black demands baton-proof bones And bullet-resistant skin Black thinks no person that's trigger nervous Deserves a gun, much less a badge And black knows one day its arms will be up Its lips pinned, its shadow Its shadow will be reaching for something That isn't there and then that'll be enough Black says, "Keep your 40 acres" "Just let black reach for the end of the street" "Let black weed for the last clean sheet" "Just let black reach into black's own car" "Let black reach into black's own lungs" Black doesn't want its young ones Seeing their fathers dead on YouTube Girls in halfway threw kids just to keep them alive Black says it's always been like this It's you who's late to woke And black has seen your grin Your grin is a cutlass flag And black's eyes are bleeding From gripping the knife-edge you offered On your side of the handshake Go write your thoughts and prayers on a piece of paper Fling it at the moon, see what that will do You call for calm, you call for peace Like sacrifices on mountain peaks He doesn't end the palava But he come at the top, where the negus still in lava Black is angry now Black as the day And black's snare is a firefly dancing in grief A curse word trapped in a bracket A sentence too intense for one full stop Black says that you don't understand Black says that you cannot compare Black says that its pain is too pepper Black says that you cannot digest Black says, "How can you relate" "When these black limbs are just fool?" And this black blaze is dance This black sorrow is dance These black prayers is dance This black struggle is dance And this black pain is dance This black struggle is dance And this black blaze is dance Just leave black be You already have the world Just leave black be Leave us alone!
Writer(s): Shabaka Akua Lumumba Kamau Hutchings, Thomas Andrew Skinner, Joshua Idehen, Theon Cross, Edward Hick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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