Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Cord Bond, artist - Propaganda. Album song Selected Songs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Three Cord Bond |
Huh |
And I watched them covet our style, our confidence, natural rhythm |
Our terms of endearment, but not our struggle |
And them products of the ghetto, what poverty can produce |
And oddly enough, we giggled when you mimicked us, sweet revenge |
Homies not stupid can tell the difference between |
Admiration and mockery, please |
So we protected our music because truthfully |
We thought it was all we had |
And watched y’all make a killing off it, hip hop to jazz |
Elvis, to Fats Domino, Patra to Gwen Stefani |
And the fact them names are foreign that’s just what I’m pointing to |
You imitated Jamaicans, attempted to grow dreads and |
Commodified reggae, that’s Marley’s face on everything |
Your children uses faith as an excuse to smoke weed |
So we grew angry unaware of God’s plan for rescue |
But we ain’t know better, got a flawed version of personhood |
Identifying only by being victims of oppression |
A true story |
And I watched them covet your camaraderie, your sense of family |
Your food and work ethic, but not your struggle |
And we were jealous you had a homeland, a native tongue |
And your parents spoke in it, we were just the offspring of the broken |
Hopeless, so we all learn Swahili as if we knew we were from that region |
Silly, we know, but what you supposed to do when all you know |
Your closest cultural customs are similar to your captors? |
Huh, pastor? |
Easier to blame them economic woes on |
Filth filtering through our borders |
Immigrant job hoarders |
We should all just deport them all on one bus |
It’s stupid us, broad brush |
We thought you were all Mexican, it’s dumb, I know |
I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing, forgive us, we were jealous |
We ain’t know better, selfish, angry, prideful |
Willie lynching, fighting over the same piece of mud pie |
Cómo se dice? |
Lo siento mucho. |
Por favor |
We all need grace much more |
That’s a true story |
And we coveted your privilege, your generational wealth |
Your unquestioned personhood, but not your struggle |
And we felt it wasn’t fair, we wanted your options |
Your grasp on proper doctrines and literature, it’s silly huh? |
Your American dream, apple pie, worked for you |
So we worked for you |
You made it seem so easy — grit your teeth, you could succeed too |
We ain’t know your story, shoot we thought white was white |
Not Irish or Celtic, or the Bolshevik plight |
Or the pain of bearing stains inherited |
You said you wasn’t there, it ain’t fair |
You wouldn’t dare, but we ain’t care |
But we ain’t know better, you told us you struggle too — |
Rednecks and trailer parks, me and you are cool |
I hurt like you |
But that was fire for the fuel that boiled into them riots |
Y’all was so confused and truthfully so were we |
But now we understand we suffered the same stain |
We gain from a shared ancestor, we all descend from Adam’s sin |
Riddles every inch of us, but now we see clearly |
That Crimson Cord is one rope made from many strands |
And each its own color, but now it clearly stands |
Dyed the color red from our Savior’s blood shed |
And a rope finds its strength from multiple lines wrapped |
Around each other until they’re all perfectly intertwined |
So let’s just call it even and walk through life knowing |
That a Three Cord Bond is not easily broken |