Blood at the Roots

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Chuck G.

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All I see is racism 
Especially when you're black dealing with the system
Especially when you're black and Tryna make a difference 
It don't matter your status they see us all as niggas 
Laws stack against us religious like Bible scriptures 
Writing books on how to use it to control a nigga  
Get mad when we start to uncover the stigma 
Or when we elevate our people out the worst conditions 
Bring out the hoods and the white sheets 
Worn by the biggest bitches that fear me
Crosses burning as they stand waving rebel flags 
The type of force used to force my people of their land 
The same force applied mechanized behind a badge 
Or in a suit writing laws to subjugate our ass 
They violate our human rights 
When we came in peace marching for our civil rights 

Blood at the roots Blood in the land 
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands 
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet 
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze 
Blood at the roots Blood in the land 
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands 
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet 
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze 

All I see is cop killing
Pull you over drag you out the car or shoot off in it
Run up in your house kill you in front of your children 
The same way they use to hang us in front of a village
No regards for a Kings life 
Raping our Queens at night under the moon light 
Separated the family so now we're out of place 
Trying to find my way feeling like I'm trapped in a maze 
And never will they hesitate 
To box you in and patrol you like Iraq estates 
The same way they used to patrol to catch a slave 
The same chains are hard to see when they're trapped on your brain 
Trying to get the same freedom we have never gained
The same freedom we losing in a chain gang to the same gang that placed us in these damn chains 
Shackled by amendment 13 

Blood at the roots Blood in the land 
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands 
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet 
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze 
Blood at the roots Blood in the land 
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands 
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet 
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze 

Trayvon Martin and Sandra Bland  look in they face
Tamir Rice was only 12 when he was snatched away
Eric Gardner down on my knees I can't breathe
Or Freddie Gray Spine cracking on the concrete 
Mike Brown left face down in the streets 
No paramedics on the screen while his mom weeps 
Philando Castile killed while he was at the wheel 
Wifey and daughter witnessed it I know they scared for years
Can't forget about Emmett Till and all the dead souls lost on this battle field 
Of racism and injustice seen throughout the years
Documented and played out on a movie reel 
Just to condition our minds so that we know it's real 
So we will never forget the condition that we're in 
So we will never forget the fact that remains is 
We're still slaves less we change our condition 

Blood at the roots Blood in the land 
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands 
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet 
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze 
Blood at the roots Blood in the land 
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands 
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet 
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze

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