Shadowgrams

I used to live here, this used to be my home Before the Queen beyond language Before English, before Columbus Before you found your way out the salt caves in starvation I saw a jigaboo in Lisbon, I saw a jigaboo in Lisbon yesterday stumbling through the streets as if no one ever left Africa In Holland they blacken up for Christmas just so the Lord knows they still in Africa In London they blacken up to remind the world they still in Africa and they ain't never left And they ain’t never gonna leave They over there in South Africa right now talking about nationality Talking about we was here first Shakin' hands with the Chinese talking about an economic boom The only reason flowers grow here is my mother's sweat and tears And according to you she was never here But according to you we were never here Never here, never here, South London Chokehold of reason [?] and they don’t believe you You were never here and you're still not here and any memory of you is under construction North Philly is not north at all it's below, lower than hell They drowned you inside your homes Let the building crumble over you just enough that you keep breathing in the mold The contamination, drinking groundwater full of lead and they don't tell you They don't tell you that you been drinking it all your life Sleepin' on a bed of bedbugs, infestation Never leaving You were never leaving You were never leaving You were never leaving The cycle of what is, what has been and what continues Ten million for the queen Ten million [bodies?] for the president [ten?] million gallons of blood for [the oilman?] More land for the pipeline More bodies for slavery More, more, more, more bombs for peace More corpses for the coalitions, prisons for the hospitals [?] Children for the war They hope their children will remember the power of war In return the violence you asked for, begging for destruction the way you taught them Searching playgrounds for warheads [?] Appear in the form of a drone, a toy A killing machine, a fire in the sky, and it wasn't you It wasn't you, it was the rise of the machines It wasn’t you, it was the death of humanity A humanity that only cares When the internet only cares [bloodbent?] on virtual reality The last and only place that fits And popstars, the drama crumbles from the sky Dropping crumbs from skyscraper buildings and you eat it up cause you got nothing And it’s not the Queen It's not the Queen, that ten million is so we stay awake so she can sleep at night It’s not the President who always vote, for the demise of life, liberty and justice And they schools taught us we don't exist But he said yes we can Keep you distracted, keep you dumb, keep you dead Keep you isolated, keep you away Keep you bombed, and no one will notice Cause they control the music And they killed art And I don't know what you think you makin' but it ain’t art They hacked art they hacked creativity And who are these so called artists These liars dressed in the flesh of our past will offer no solution Just sounds, just chaos, sonic imprisonment But still we will fight for our distractions Don't let the club close Keep the TV on, swipe left, keep strolling No religion of truth, but religion of boredom And you boutta buy, you better buy, you better buy, you better buy, you better buy You better consume, you better consume, you better buy You better buy yourself back for cheap They don't believe you They don't believe your mother They don't believe her that she been raped around the world throughout existence of war and imperialism And no one and no one and no one and no one No one, no one, no one No one gives a shit No one gives a shit And the end is happening and it keeps happening And you keep checking the clock as if time ever protected you You keep checking the clock, does it say doomsday, does it say father for I have sinned Does it say where they lynched Eve or where they buried Harriet They have killed our heroes and we forget their names and call out into the void I have no nationality, I was never born And when you think about it, when you think about it, when you think about it The nice white people in the mansion up on the hill, they own the sky You know your daddy and them Daddy can we, can we watch them die on Easter Daddy can I cut the ribbon, Daddy can I go to the demolition You know it Ain't no home after the rich Ain't no home after the rich