Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballad of the Black Gold, artist - Talib Kweli. Date of issue: 17.05.2010
Song language: English
Ballad of the Black Gold |
| This is the ballad of the black gold |
| They call it Texas tea |
| But it’s bigger than a cowboy with a lasso |
| It’s deeper than a black hole |
| Create monopolies |
| Except they collect your fee when you pass Go |
| Crisis international |
| The government de facto |
| We got no control of this fiasco |
| Darker than the back roads |
| Bubble hotter than Tabasco |
| More than what you bargained for or asked for |
| You never see happy, hungry people — that ain’t rational |
| They blasting through the gates and they attack you at the capital |
| Run up in your palace, find the heads of the state and crack a few |
| Get a taste of power, then they become fascists too |
| The fiscal conservatives, don’t know what they purpose is |
| Spend money on the war, then they cut your goods and services |
| Murderous, corporate monsters is breaking records |
| Exxon is at 40 billion a year, they raking in record profits. |
| Stop it! |
| How they banking while the auto industry is tanking? |
| Leadership is sinking; |
| oil pollution in the water stanking |
| Loyalty to petroleum royalties spoil the economy |
| We won’t get it poppin' till we oil-free |
| If you’re oil-rich then we invadin' |
| They call it «occupation,» but we losing jobs across the nation |
| Drill, baby, drill, while they make our soldiers kill, baby still |
| The desert where the blood and oil spill |
| Nigeria is celebrating 50 years of independence |
| They still feel the colonial effects of Great Britain’s presence |
| Dictators quick to imitate the West |
| Got in bed with oil companies and now the place is a mess |
| Take a guess, which ones came and violated |
| They oiled up the soil, the Ogoni people was almost annihilated |
| But still they never stayed silent |
| They was activists and poets using non-violent tactics |
| That was catalyst for soldiers to break into they crib |
| Take 'em from the kids and try to break 'em like a twig |
| And make examples of the leaders; |
| executed Saro-Wiwa |
| Threw Fela’s mom out the window right after they beat her |
| In an effort to defeat hope. |
| Now the people’s feet soaked in oil |
| So the youth is doing drive-bys in speed boats |
| They kidnap the workers, they blowing up the pipelines |
| You see the fires glowing in the nighttime |
| History: a slippery creature |
| It’s full of plot twists and surprise endings like a mystery feature |
| This oil shit is slicker than preachers |
| It make the problems in the region amplified like victory speeches |
| Poison the water, lead the boys to the slaughter |
| Go in somebody' country, rearrange the order and destroy the borders |
| You see 'em dancing through the fields of fire |
| World domination their real desire |
| The devil is still a liar |