Making the Banned (feat. Humble the Poet)

If you could see our pain Why would you wanna break us all the way? Take our rights from us Take 'em all away But even still We 'gon make it all the way This the making of the banned This the making of the banned This the making of a people on our way Through it all We 'gon make it all the way This the making of the banned We crossed borders But we never cut corners Chinese migrant workers built the west in California After the war was over They turned to us as a source of cheap labour 'Cuz they didn't have slaves that they could order Mined gold and built railroads fast But they kept us out of the towns and the celebratory photographs Low wages used to keep us low class In '82, Chester Arthur passed the Chinese Exclusion Act Barring our people Chinese skin was illegal They drove us out in the streets and called us demons in their steeples Killed us in the camps and in the Chinatown's This violence isn't random, It's just another round We learned to keep warm in a cold land Because luck is circumstances meeting good plans My ancestors are workers, poets and nomads And when we meet Lift a toast to the ghosts who were part of the banned If you could see our pain Why would you wanna break us all the way? Take our rights from us Take 'em all away But even still We 'gon make it all the way This the making of the banned This the making of the banned This the making of a people on our way Through it all We 'gon make it all the way This the making of the banned Dylon Dylon Dylon We can't stand by like some pylons While you pile on lies with smiles on For miles on Like tracks laid by my Chinese brothers' great-grandfathers while on A dollar a day Tell me what you paid for this land you arrived on? Blankets soaked in small pox And bibles all for their skulls And a lot of white out for their history Full-out assault You see the Spanish Flu, it started out in Kansas, Auntie Em So kick my heels then kick your face if you say "Kung Flu" again And please excuse my French: What the fuck's a Muslim Ban? Divide your citizens, It's ignorance perhaps Or weaponizing fear, Like when they shot Balbir Singh Sodhi from the rear While he gardened at this gas station Then 119 was here and Orange Man made it clear That a red hat and white hood Was more than appropriate gear Good guys on both sides, Open your eyes Ain't no surprise, disguise their lies Suppress our cries and cut our ties But we all family in my eyes If you could see our pain Why would you wanna break us all the way? Take our rights from us Take 'em all away But even still, We 'gon make it all the way This the making of the banned This the making of the banned This the making of a people on our way Through it all We 'gon make it all the way This the making of the banned Outlaw our skin, threaten our parents Put us in camps, call us "Chinks", "Terrorists", "Foreigners" You can never break our spirits Or bend our bonds We've been here, and we'll be here Fighting together