GUILTY

[Song: Moor Mother, Lonnie Holley & Raia Was]

Go into the rice and maize

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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