SABRE TEETH (feat. Genesis Owusu)

Won't you walk with me today?

My dark pigment holds no shade

Won't you hold my hand today?

Swear my Blackness is no shame

Ah, cracker want me dead, cracker want me dead, yeah

Target on my head, target on my head, yeah

I can't trust a fed, I can't trust a fed

They murdered Malcolm, Huey, King

But I'm the violent one they said

Take back your existence or you gon' die like a punk

My soles are bloody **** red from all the heathens I stomp

I walk through blood-ridden rivers spawned by the police and monks

So you gon' have to beg my pardon, I'm not trustin' your judge

Truth ain't been sweet in a long time

Brood as I see White-on-White crime

They can't believe that I'm in line

Because I be Black as midnight

You cannot save my soul

You ain't been in control

Angel in Satan clothes

Piss off

With love, I'll hock and spit on you bozos

You a racisized heathen and a broke ho

You just wanna click-clack on my photo

I bet you see the sabre teeth and you a no-show

Ah

See the sabre teeth and you a no-show

Click-clack on my photo

What you, what you, what you want from a ****?

My neck in a noose and your finger on the trigger

You say you love us, I'm a man, I'll be bigger

Then you killed my brother on a primetime filler

You wanna ask me, "Why can't we get along?"

Ask your mans who told me that I don't belong

Even though a brother raised up in Tuggeranong

And I speak the language better on a **** song

Than you do on your English—

Just like Huxtable, I'll ruffle through, you **** with the kid

You not untouchable or muzzle-proof, I'll dogwalk you out here

We're done with **** racists, now the season's for shunnin'

So if the shoe fits, then you better start runnin', ah

You wanna ask me, "Why can't we get along?"

I speak the language better on a **** song

Ah