Darkest Arts

Rock and roll nigger
Half-breed mulatto faux pas
Bleach out my darkness
Blend me into the bourgeoisie

The darkest arts, the blackest magic
A sleight of hands to blot-out all of my savage

I'm not the skin that I'm stuck crawling within
I'm just a bad magic trick
I'm not the skin that I'm stuck crawling within
I'm both the lynched and the mob
I'm just a bad magic trick

Miscegenated
Cross-pollinated
The misdirection
The self-deception
Self-loathing
Self-hatred

The darkest arts, the blackest magic
The alchemy of twisted acid
The darkest arts, the blackest magic
The odd man out, the family secret

Brand me a liar, brand me a thief
Some see the skin, some see what's trapped underneath

Where do you run when you're running from yourself?
From your cells
From the sickle
Chop down the tree of your kin

I'm not the skin that I'm stuck crawling within
I'm not the skin, no
I'm not the skin that I'm stuck crawling within
I'm just a-
I'm just a bad magic trick



Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Brown Iv, Anthony Rivera, Christopher Conde, Justin Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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