Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood , by - Sarah JonesRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blood , by - Sarah JonesBlood |
| It is the thickest blood on this planet |
| The feet, that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black blood |
| on back roads marked with rusted dead end signs |
| They don’t fit into any shoes |
| Not Nike’s, and not Reebok’s, though they |
| make em across the sea and sell em to you and me for fifty times their value *tch* none of them can hold the blood |
| that coagulated not so long ago, in the lower extremities |
| of off-color corpses, strung up from trees |
| Like, drying figs or, hanging poupourri, to sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry |
| Before cushioned insoles and arch supports |
| There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh |
| backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names |
| like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even Hilfiger |
| And black butts that bore marks forever from irons |
| that preceded those for pressing and curling naps |
| yanked straight, before relaxers weaves and pink lotion |
| Branding irons children, now that you’ve crossed the ocean right |
| Step up here lit-tle nigger on the auction block and open up your mouth |
| Right, good strong teeth, good muscle tone |
| You oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe more |
| See here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this here |
| barely used, top of the line… |
| Fast forward to Calvin Klein |
| and modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph Lauren |
| A.K.A. |
| low, low, well how low can you go? |
| Call on black consumers if you want the cash flow |
| Cause they quick to flip and spend up all they dough |
| and don’t front money, act like you know |
| We give it up to the Brook-lyn malls |
| We give it up to the Uptown malls |
| Cause the white folks figure ain’t no question for a nigga |
| that material posessions can answer |
| Keep us preoccupied from what we read or what we drive |
| while our mothers are dying of cancer |
| We tuck our low self esteem in Euro-trash jeans |
| some overpriced shit from Donna Karan |
| As we toast with Hennesey to covert white supremacy |
| Hiding the thickest blood on the planet |
| we wearing it under our clothes, the way God dressed our souls |
| but, check how the proud blood flow through 1996 |
| Adding fuel to the flames of some bullshit brand names |
| cause we couldn’t see past the next pair of fat kicks |
| It is the thickest blood on this planet |
| The blood that, sprays and spills in buckets |
| soaks and stains the nightly news, but fuck it A colored life still ain’t worth but a few ducats |
| That blood can’t be contained by any mind that cannot see a great black forest for all these cracker trees |
| I’m talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and child |
| and child, and child, and whoops, there goes another one |
| And momma don’t know the answer so baby gots to Guess |
| Oh say young blood, you wanna tell me what George Marciano, ever did for a negro? |
| Boricua, chicano |
| brothers and sisters their pockets like blood blisters |
| Ready to pop, ooze, and drop cash so hot and so fast |
| it 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 complete |
| It’s vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeat |
| Pumping the, thickest blood on this planet |
| While we take it for granted that, more Selma churches won’t be bombed |
| More bullet riddled bodies won’t be embalmed |
| Another cop won’t, commit murder turn around and get a raise |
| while we pickin over the racks from white owned Doctor J’s |
| to Modell’s, Macy’s, and Sach’s |
| Shit they just think we ain’t never gon’change our ways |
| and 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 shoes |
| and your clothes, as if we should take pride |
| in your savage traditions, in genocide |
| All the spirits you extinguished and never batted one blue eye |
| Yet your vulture’s on our culture like white on brown rice |
| Bleach our blood and sell it back, special price |
| on this blood that races through the African veins of the child |
| on his way to the mall, in White Plains |
| to catch a confused, lost, land-stealing Columbus Day sale |
| on a Fila jogging suit, for his brother in jail |
| That blood, is your blood, it’s my blood, it’s our blood |
| It’s the, thickest blood on this planet |
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