GUILTY

[Song: Moor Mother, Lonnie Holley & Raia Was] Go into the rice and maize [?] So far Far away Away We been stretched out our hands (now look at the sky) For so long we've begged, pleaded (searching wings) With the same hands (the sky) We wiped away our blood, sweat and tears And for years and years and years and years We've watched the slave ships being unloaded With more and more and more of us To work field of the field of the field Guilty Tax payers of erasure Of relapse Of amnesia Paying the crimes off Did you pay off the trauma? Did you pay off the trauma? The horror, the whip of the sugarcane Did you pay off the trauma? They labored on and on and on and on and on and on The poison of the tobacco Did you pay off the trauma? Erasure Relapse Amnesia Paying the crimes off (paying off the crimes) Guilty, guilty, guilty Did you pay off the trauma? The horror And they were there to do so Did you pay off the trauma? They were there to do so Screaming and throwing up their hands Some of 'em just trying to swim across Swim across the water And now it's so many gone down and the quicksand fills of stupidity Hollered mercy mercy mercy mercy Have mercy on us Falsely misled Made fools behind our own back Now matter how much cash-flow was flowing We hardly got any And in the transformation To the digitalization And the process of globalization We still hardly got none Babies needing to be educated Church and museum doors close Information falsely orchestrated Formulation Formulation A mixture of how to be fed Formalist formalist formalist formalist formalist formalist Down to organic organic organic base material Past- Pastueration Everything being pasturfied Pasturfying us with this I remember the Bible saying 'heal not the temptation' Your hand out, your hand out, your hand out, your hand out To surrender