Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baldwin's Crown, artist - Akua Naru.
Date of issue: 26.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baldwin's Crown |
Your crown has been bought and paid for |
All you have to do is wear it |
I know your anger, the rage, pain, indifference |
Thought by 2018, you’d see somethin' different |
Tried everything not be swallowed by bitterness |
So you whisper when your heart turns cold, you caught the spirit |
It’s been a long road, short lies foretold by another |
Worked in a house, over the stoves, they be mothers, hoes, monkeys, niggas, |
negroes, those that take a needle |
Strange fruit juice sold by Dole, America’s favorite drink, yo |
Sweet to the taste, cause amnesia, a need to erase |
Addictive, the smell of blood favorin' the perfume spray |
Cornrows in Paris at a fashion week runway |
She’s gotta have it, long as she ain’t us, some days, uh |
My heart aches till the dungeon shakes |
Heavy the head that wear the mask, brother of the face |
Not the one a motherfucker wanna ask to explain |
Pain got my patience thinner than a nigga Baldwin fee |
(It must be gone) |
Wear your crown (Uh) |
Baldwin’s crown (Put it on, uh, uh) |
Wear your crown (Uh huh) |
Baldwin’s crown (What happen?) |
What happen to wounds that we never see? |
To stay safe, all implored for applause on the world stage |
For Claude McKay, for James, my grandmother Hattie May |
Crack-cocaine, what Reagan did to my daddy veins |
What happen to the blade the day Beloved passed away? |
Mental health, Nina Simone, Donny Hathaway |
Found that I was on verge of a psychotic break |
Last week, two tweets away from billhooks, killing rage |
Used to ask myself, «How much more can I take?» |
Till I recognized it wasn’t mine in the first place, uh |
Blood of the humans that slave |
Nannies, maids, sharecroppers, entertainers in cage, bird |
Carnegie Hall sold out, standin' applause |
can’t walk his horn through the front door |
For black boys with hoop dreams, sent up state or murdered unarmed |
For Trayvon, this crown is bought and paid for |
Wear your crown (Uh, put it on) |
Baldwin’s crown (It's yours, just put it on) |
Wear your crown (Uh) |
Baldwin’s crown (Uh) |
Well, I know this, and anyone who has ever tried to live knows this: |
now what you say about somebody else, anybody else, reveals you |
Now here in this country we’ve got something called a nigga. |
There’s no such |
term, I beg you to remark, exists in any other country in the world. |
We have invented the nigga. |
I didn’t invent it. |
White people invented it |
I’ve always known, I had to know by the time I was seventeen years old, |
what you were describing was not me and what you were afraid of was not me. |
It had to be something else. |
You had invented it. |
So it had to be something |
you were afraid of and you invested me with it |
(Wear your crown) |
(Baldwin's crown) |
Now that so, no matter what you’ve done to me, I can say to you this, |
and I mean it |
(Wear your crown) |
I know you can’t do anymore and I got nothing to lose. |
And, I know and I’ve |
always known |
(Baldwin's crown) |
(Wear your crown) |
And really always, that’s a part of the agony, I have always known that I’m not |
a nigga |
(Baldwin's crown) |
But if I am not the nigga, and if it’s true that your invention reveals you, |
then who is a nigga? |
(Wear your crown) |
(Baldwin's crown) |
I am not the victim here. |
I know one thing from another. |
I know was born, |
I’m going to suffer and I’m going to die. |
The only way you get through life is |
know the worst things about it. |
I know that a person is more important than |
anything else, anything else. |
I learned this because I’ve had to learn it. |
But you still think, I gather, that the nigga is necessary |
Well it’s unnecessary to me so it must be necessary to you. |
And I give you your |
problem back |
You’re the nigga baby. |
It isn’t me |