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Sarah Jones

Lyricist Lounge

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It is the thickest blood on this planetThe feet, that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black bloodon back roads marked with rusted dead end signsThey don`t fit into any shoesNot Nike`s, and not Reebok`s, though theymake em across the sea and sell em to you and mefor fifty times their value *tch* none of them can hold the bloodthat coagulated not so long ago, in the lower extremitiesof off-color corpses, strung up from treesLike, drying figs or, hanging poupourri, tosweeten scenes of Southern gallantryBefore cushioned insoles and arch supportsThere were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhhbacks that cracked beneath the weight of slave nameslike Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even HilfigerAnd black butts that bore marks forever from ironsthat preceded those for pressing and curling napsyanked straight, before relaxers weaves and pink lotion *British accent*Branding irons children, now that you`ve crossed the ocean rightStep up here lit-tle nigger on the auction block and open up your mouthRight, good strong teeth, good muscle toneYou oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe moreSee here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this herebarely used, top of the line... *American accent returns*Fast forward to Calvin Kleinand modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph LaurenA.K.A. low, low, well how low can you go?Call on black consumers if you want the cash flowCause they quick to flip and spend up all they doughand don`t front money, act like you knowWe give it up to the Brook-lyn mallsWe give it up to the Uptown mallsCause the white folks figure ain`t no question for a niggathat material posessions can answerKeep us preoccupied from what we read or what we drivewhile our mothers are dying of cancerWe tuck our low self esteem in Euro-trash jeanssome overpriced shit from Donna KaranAs we toast with Hennesey to covert white supremacyHiding the thickest blood on the planetwe wearing it under our clothes, the way God dressed our soulsbut, check how the proud blood flow through 1996Adding fuel to the flames of some bullshit brand namescause we couldn`t see past the next pair of fat kicksIt is the thickest blood on this planetThe blood that, sprays and spills in bucketssoaks and stains the nightly news, but fuck itA colored life still ain`t worth but a few ducatsThat blood can`t be contained by any mind that cannot see agreat black forest for all these cracker treesI`m talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and childand child, and child, and whoops, there goes another oneAnd momma don`t know the answer so baby gots to GuessOh say young blood, you wanna tell mewhat George Marciano, ever did for a negro? Boricua, chicanobrothers and sisters their pockets like blood blistersReady to pop, ooze, and drop cash so hot and so fastit makes a spark"Yeah mami cause now I got my upside down triangle My designer question mark"OH WHY ASK WHY that shit don`t make you completeIt`s vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeatPumping the, thickest blood on this planetWhile we take it for granted that, more Selma churches won`t be bombedMore bullet riddled bodies won`t be embalmedAnother cop won`t, commit murder turn around and get a raisewhile we pickin over the racks from white owned Doctor J`sto Modell`s, Macy`s, and Sach`sShit they just think we ain`t never gon` change our waysand finally answer back:"No suh, Ise don`t want to wear yo` britches No suh, Ise don`t want to grant yo` wishes That all us negroes.." .. shall continue to hide, in your shoesand your clothes, as if we should take pridein your savage traditions, in genocideAll the spirits you extinguished and never batted one blue eyeYet your vulture`s on our culture like white on brown riceBleach our blood and sell it back, special priceon this blood that races through the African veins of the childon his way to the mall, in White Plainsto catch a confused, lost, land-stealing Columbus Day saleon a Fila jogging suit, for his brother in jailThat blood, is your blood, it`s my blood, it`s our bloodIt`s the, thickest blood on this planet

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