Lyrics Thieves! (Screamed the Ghost) - Run the Jewels, Tunde Adebimpe

Thieves! (Screamed the Ghost)

He just leaving and he screamin' Jesus
(He had the highest hopes, he had the highest hopes)
People yelling, screamin' at polices
(Riots tonight, riots tonight)
Burnin', lootin', shootin', takin', thievin'
(Fire and light, fire and light)
Fill the air and most don’t know the reason
(Never knew his name, never knew his name)
But they know his problems and feel his pain
(Shit's still the same, shit’s still the same)
We just prey off in they deadly game
(It'll never change, it’ll never change)
Too much profit in it and it stay the same
(The facts still remain, the facts still remain)
You can burn the system and start again
(Spoke with a ghost)
Late night, same night, «God, let me sleep, please, I’m begging you»
(Said don’t be afraid)
Daylight might never break right again once they get at you
(Said you’ll never be alone again)
This house is haunted by pain transposed into revenue
(The murdered all stay)
That thing when your mind says «Run!"but your heart isn’t letting you
(Said we got an army now)
You strike 'em down, still they live inside hearts, hearts carry them
(The weapon is our memory)
Some get to count sheep, some gotta count kids that they burying
(I don’t wanna scare nobody)
Fears been law for so long that rage feels like therapy
(But I’m gonna make 'em remember me)
Nobody gets no more sleep till we teach them remembering
Thieves!
Thieves!
Coming live at five, we got new news breaking
You heard here first if you don’t die waiting
Hard to review the scene I just seen
I’m a try to convey, but it defies explaining
Started with folks just crying
Nothing but broken heart sobs and the shriek of the sirens
Right at the spot where the blood’s still drying
Then (My God) I saw it, the dead began rising
I don’t know much about science
But I seen an army of armed men stop and get quiet
Mist hung low like a prayer from a tyrant
Sky became black like the stars aren’t aligning
So many years of this violence
Now we’re surrounded by the souls of the dead and defiant
Saying «Look what you’ve done, you designed it»
When the bough breaks, hear the wraith scream, «Riot!»
No more moms and dads crying
No more arms in the air
We put firearms in the air
Molotov cocktails thrown in the air
CNN got dummy Don on the air
Talking 'bout he smell that ganj in the air
Dummy don’t know and dummy don’t care
Get that punk motherfucker outta here
Aye, ghosts are walking
Ghosts are talking
Everything gon' be different, mane
Shh, karma’s coming
Ain’t no runnin'
Death gon' deal with the guilty, mane
The universe curses the killers, mane
Can’t keep killin' God’s children, mane
A pound of flesh is what you owe
Your debt is due, give up your ghost
Thieves!
Thieves!
Thieves!
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done?
What are you making us do?
Thieves!
It’s on you
It’s on you
Thieves!
It’s on you
It’s on you
It’s on you
Thieves!
I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air.
Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as
vigorously as we condemn riots.
But in the final analysis, a riot is the
language of the unheard
Thieves!