Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Tell 'Em, artist - Victor Kwesi Mensah. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Go Tell 'Em |
| Go tell em, go tell em |
| Go tell em, go tell em |
| Go tell em, go tell em |
| Go tell em, I’m gon' tell what they don’t tell 'em |
| We been under water since they threw us in the boat |
| Sellin cotton pickin' blues |
| Rock and roll, real role builders |
| Serving white America before we was dope dealing |
| Brick laid the birth of a nation, it’s the Roc |
| White house, black man, plantation, it’s Barack |
| But we still can’t cross the street |
| Without the cops trynna Zimmerman us while the whole neighborhood watch |
| They chained us to the auction block but now we changin' the locks |
| 'Cause even Bill O’Reilly daughter out here drinkin' Ciroc |
| Now that’s what I call the 21st Century Fox |
| Where Megyn Kelly try to tell me Santa’s white |
| It’s in town |
| Murder us right? |
| I just remember rap stars the new Bach |
| I pull strings like the orchestra, shut down your corporate |
| Nat Turner |
| Run up in the doors to your Nordstrom with a hundred niggas ready |
| And a hundred thousand more for ya |
| I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man |
| I feel the blood my momma fought for |
| See the scars on her hand |
| Oh tell me there ain’t no looking back now |
| Oh lord, as far as I ran |
| So take these chains or give me death |
| Either way we coming again |
| Go tell em, go tell em |
| Go tell em, go tell em |
| Go tell em, go tell em |
| Stripped from the family |
| Ripped from reality |
| Belly of the beast to the grips of the tragedy |
| Couldn’t touch my soul so they whipped my anatomy |
| I re-wrote the script when they thought they had mastered me |
| Now I’m counting up the casualties |
| Mounting up the calvary |
| Riding with a master piece |
| Shotgun shells show you God when they blast for me |
| Running like a wolf when they send the dogs after me |
| Fighting for my freedom, yes I had the audacity |
| Hangin' from the trees, black blood on the leaves |
| Jumping overboard, black bodies in the sea |
| I die on my feet 'fore I live on my knees |
| So you know I’m not begging if I say «Nigga please» |
| I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man |
| I feel the blood my momma fought for |
| See the scars on her hand |
| Oh tell me it ain’t no looking back now |
| Oh lord as far as I ran |
| So take these chains or give me death |
| Either way we coming again |