The Bloody Beetroots, Penny Rimbaud - The Furious lyrics
[The Bloody Beetroots, Penny Rimbaud - The Furious lyrics]
A black man in the white house
Over 1 million jailed by corporate America
Land of the free a black man
In the white house
Over 2 million labeled felon
Incarcerated by the crippling shackles
Of the new slavery the new Jim Crow
But tell me it’s not happening
Tell me it's not so
Tell me it's not happening oh Jesus no
A people chained their dignity maimed
By the collateral consequence
Of white indifference
But what matters collateral
What collateral settles the score?
Collateral is the very essence of our war
A war on drugs a war on terror
For or against against or for
Oh, then i am resolutely against
For this is the white wash
The hemlock filled chalice
Of consummate malice
White, the iniquitous story
White, the color of old glory
White, the color of democracy
White, the color of a dead past
The black man, in the white house
But what strange fruit's
What blood on the roots but here, a people
Once torn from their Eden
Now be stripped of their flesh
Becoming invisible disappeared
Through the cowards expedience
Of color-blindness and there
But for the grace of god
Whose face is painted white go I
Go you go we
The devilry lies in race
The insidious deceit of culture
God bless America
Over 1 million jailed by corporate America
Land of the free a black man
In the white house
Over 2 million labeled felon
Incarcerated by the crippling shackles
Of the new slavery the new Jim Crow
But tell me it’s not happening
Tell me it's not so
Tell me it's not happening oh Jesus no
A people chained their dignity maimed
By the collateral consequence
Of white indifference
But what matters collateral
What collateral settles the score?
Collateral is the very essence of our war
A war on drugs a war on terror
For or against against or for
Oh, then i am resolutely against
For this is the white wash
The hemlock filled chalice
Of consummate malice
White, the iniquitous story
White, the color of old glory
White, the color of democracy
White, the color of a dead past
The black man, in the white house
But what strange fruit's
What blood on the roots but here, a people
Once torn from their Eden
Now be stripped of their flesh
Becoming invisible disappeared
Through the cowards expedience
Of color-blindness and there
But for the grace of god
Whose face is painted white go I
Go you go we
The devilry lies in race
The insidious deceit of culture
God bless America