Field Negus
Sons Of Kemet"Field Negus" ist ein Song von Sons Of Kemet, 2021, Pop. Der Song dauert 2:51, 63 lines / 428 words.
Songtext
0:01I am a field negro now
0:03Exodusing from these wretched plains
0:06Pour holy palm wine wash away this wasted shame
0:09Blood is thicker than cotton or sugar cane
0:13I don't think you're ready for the pain
0:15I don't think you're ready for the change mate
0:18You are a field negro too son
0:21Leave Candace Owens by the plantation
0:23Foolish us thinking the overseer even had the keys to these chains
0:27How could we expect the dungeon keeper
0:30To make the rules and play fair this game
0:33Oh bless your greed
0:35For not granting me the little I asked of you
0:38I would have played the fiddle and tap-danced for you
0:41I would have settled for some skittles and a safe path home
0:44Tightened-up my belts
0:46Lightened-up my skin
0:47Bitten down my tongue
0:49I begged you for an inch
0:51Lemme have some liquor and a flatscreen
0:54A minute for my mind scraps for my sandwich
0:58You had me saying prayers in your language
1:01You made me forget my gods
1:03You had me question my spirits
1:06Forsake my prophets and
1:08Then you cursed me with Trevor Philips
1:11Oh the pale-faced cheek of it
1:14One knee on my back one knee on my lungs
1:17Telling me to run sprint times in a marathon
1:20Keep calm and carry on
1:23Oh the audacity
1:25The caucasity of it all
1:28Thank you
1:29For refusing me that inch
1:31Because now I do now recognise your yardstick
1:35The scales have toppled
1:37The curtains have collapsed
1:38The blonde baboon's arse is bare in the open
1:42And I am a field negro now
1:44I do not want your equality
1:46It was never yours to give me
1:48And even then it was too minor too little too late
1:53Pull the balaclava over my heart and set it running
1:58My revolution rides a black horse and it is stunning
2:02Get me my flowers
2:04Shower their petals over my escape route
2:07Molotov cocktails as my banner
2:09Skull and crossbones as my skin tone
2:12Babylon burn down is my jam mate
2:15It's my ringtone
2:17We are rolling your monuments down the streets like tobacco
2:22Tossing your effigies into the river they weren't even worth a pyre
2:26Let me show you what you've taught me about crime
2:30Forget a piece we want the whole pie
2:32And the everything must go sign
2:35We are all field negroes now just
2:38Dead the talk get me my bag
2:41Maybe one day we'll see
2:42Eye to eye on fancy furniture
2:44But right now though right now though
2:46Sorry not sorry
2:48Hashtag burn it all
2:51Just burn it all
I am a field negro now Exodusing from these wretched plains Pour holy palm wine wash away this wasted shame Blood is thicker than cotton or sugar cane I don't think you're ready for the pain I don't think you're ready for the change mate You are a field negro too son Leave Candace Owens by the plantation Foolish us thinking the overseer even had the keys to these chains How could we expect the dungeon keeper To make the rules and play fair this game Oh bless your greed For not granting me the little I asked of you I would have played the fiddle and tap-danced for you I would have settled for some skittles and a safe path home Tightened-up my belts Lightened-up my skin Bitten down my tongue I begged you for an inch Lemme have some liquor and a flatscreen A minute for my mind scraps for my sandwich You had me saying prayers in your language You made me forget my gods You had me question my spirits Forsake my prophets and Then you cursed me with Trevor Philips Oh the pale-faced cheek of it One knee on my back one knee on my lungs Telling me to run sprint times in a marathon Keep calm and carry on Oh the audacity The caucasity of it all Thank you For refusing me that inch Because now I do now recognise your yardstick The scales have toppled The curtains have collapsed The blonde baboon's arse is bare in the open And I am a field negro now I do not want your equality It was never yours to give me And even then it was too minor too little too late Pull the balaclava over my heart and set it running My revolution rides a black horse and it is stunning Get me my flowers Shower their petals over my escape route Molotov cocktails as my banner Skull and crossbones as my skin tone Babylon burn down is my jam mate It's my ringtone We are rolling your monuments down the streets like tobacco Tossing your effigies into the river they weren't even worth a pyre Let me show you what you've taught me about crime Forget a piece we want the whole pie And the everything must go sign We are all field negroes now just Dead the talk get me my bag Maybe one day we'll see Eye to eye on fancy furniture But right now though right now though Sorry not sorry Hashtag burn it all Just burn it all
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