Lyrics:
The Mississippi Delta
Was shining like a National guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm
make Orval Faubus sore and start a 2 state civil war,
Would they ask the government for federal aid to buy pickaxe handles and razorblades,
Bop Bop Bop
Fist jumps in the air, you love flame wars
(I'll be long gone, grab that ass, set your code)
Uh, picked up where we left off
Uh, I need you home
Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out, two hundred lay killed
They
outside your door.
You ain't seen nothing like it.
No, you ain't seen nothing like it,
Not since the Civil War.
Coming over the hill are the boys
The Mississippi Delta
Was shining like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the Civil War
I'm
Mr. William Clarke Quantrill
And his Civil War guerrillas in the Missouri hills
He hit Lawrence, Kansas and fought them still
And when he rode out,
good
Reggae music gonna make me feel alright now
1966 there was a new consciousness
Civil rights
Veitnam war and independence from
British Colonialists
waltz
All along the San Andreas Fault
And now to make things nice and tense
We'll use a little civil disobedience
Wet Hot American Insurrection
Gives
Mhhhhmmm
Yeah, yeah
Word,
Embrace my heritage
They hate I'm African American
They say my skin to dark to be heaven sent
I hate how in America
purple with the color of blue
To Americans of all an unnatural hue
1953
("No queers in our government")
10450
(no jobs, no homes)
No queers in our
fabricated to combat civil rights
Pit us against the Black and Brown, a means to divide
And dehumanize, like See them chinks? They doing fine!
Just to justify
of us don't know our place
Some Americans are not proud
We all complain to the masses
On things you do nothing about
We've been placed on ROM
Not
Immigration and civil right acts
Without those we couldn't blow our nose today
Now we walk around town like we own the place
It's plain to see blacks changed
A dying breed
A fucked up generation
When American dreams
End in incarceration
All the land that you sowed
Isn't the land that you're owed
shit I’m next
Heaven's got a brand new guest
I’m the reason they protest
Left my momma all depressed
Weeping in her Sunday’s best
On tv civil unrest
Days
don't want nothing from you but understanding
I didn't ask for a hand out I want protection
My civil rights is my main priority
Affirmative Action is
freedom?
One more time for all of the fascists
Hiding behind pseudonyms and propagandists
Infallibly in struggle with American interests
But still eternally
Preacher's kid, raised civil on the hardest blocks
Any given minute, man your heart could stop
Late night candle vigils 'cuz your partner shot
Top 5
their American shore the
Slave traders stand on a
Ship of misery full of people
Ripped from their land
They see bodies thrown overboard
Into the sea
Justice is not hidden to those who want to see
In Justice We Pursue Our American Dream
2020
The vision is clear
Check it out, check it out
Yo! Can you
moving you’d thought he’s a lunatic
Now this shit really be kicking like Anderson
I promise non of my bitches American
Foreign hoes more hoes
Foreign whips
A Bottle... I need a Genie In A Bottle
Is it Education, Medication, or an American Revolution?
I need a Genie In A Bottle... I need a Genie In A Bottle
Civil
the vile
Acts that impact the community
Now they wanna try to talk about unity
Never wanna address civil unrest
Say we dwelling on the past
Many blacks
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