Bars of Native Suns

Baldwin's pen, like a bald eagle on the wind
Whispering to Americans, I'm not your emblem
If you don't get the birds view
Then trauma and fear will do what trauma and fear do.
Hey white dude
Enter deep shadow lands of this nations soul
Feel atrocities in your body and breathe slow
Observe your energy, your ancestry, and beliefs
When you need to, pull it up by the roots
Plant a seed of, something better
Gather in the, cypher heal the, body and mind
Body and mind!
In the name of every black and brown body that's been brutalized
In the name of every tribe that suffered brutal genocide
In name of every woman whose been traumatized
In the name of eradicating systematics satans
Overdue, like farmland and mule
Who protects who?
The body holds the truth

Privilege look like currency
Validity and Security
The air we breathe is taxed
So we kneed to tread carefully
Even when we kneel and hold arm strong
With our fist to the moon
Bullets come from blue uniforms
On trips to the tomb
The final symphony
Simply won't do
There way too many oppressive pieces of art that need to be lynched
We re-writing history from the start
This the reprint
Every issue dismantling negative frequencies
That the way too weak to intervene
Pushed agendas steeped in supremacy
Who gone whistleblow
On this Black white conundrum
Referees don't make the rules
But they enforce them
If privilege is a pie
Is you just trynna get your portion?
Or are you really with cause, yeah
With the cause
Or are you really with cause, yeah
With the cause

They be asking why it gotta be so racialized now
I be wondering how, you just noticing now
Just cuz you got a black friend
Don't make you exempt, from the fact you racist
Aye. I hate all this performative bullshit
Police upon the strip and they emptying their clips
This ain't political, this is human rights
I'm an anti-violent but when provoked I'll fight
I do this for my peoples all day, all night
They say pressure busts pipes so we ante up the fight
Standing on the streets, down on bended knee
Begging white supremacy just to let us be
But fuck that, its time to buck back
Been through a whole lot of shit yet we bounce back
BLM movement is more than just hashtags
Police reforms, take out the trash bags
Fists up, fists up, aye
Fists up, fists up, aye



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Writer(s): Andrew Holguin
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