Suns & Daughters ft. Bronze Nazareth Lyrics

We rest in halls, walls built by prophets

Markets overflow with lies and false ballots

Pallet hit by bullets, pull it, think twice

Pamphlets offer templates, delay thought to splice

Advice is given by hood poets with wisdom

Living forced ways of life and time turned victims

Systematically I'ma rattle trees and shake the snakes out

Just like Sparks Steakhouse, douse nooses with gasoline

It's payback for 16th Street, back the scenes

I'm sincere, share tears for Yvonne, you and Malcolm's with God

Our war rages on, Joy road's the autobahn

Iraq and Saigon in the red, white, and blues

The new Klan uniform, bearer of bad news

I choose to teach the babies, but maybe it's past noon

The moon is out with nine planets in full bloom

Lance was in the back room, watching some old rap tunes

Clancy yelled niggas is here, get the fuck move

Niggas I'm trying to break, the Jakes got me

Hey poppy, I need two things, tools to make the street ring

He opened up on officers, lost his firstborn

Shattered the ribs, he back at the crib, unnoticed

Cops lost trace, I kinda look like him, but anyways

I'm at the lab smoking, when gloom came choking in the room

I'm arrested in boxers, watching Apollo

Detective Barlow said I murked two cops across the block

Near Joy and Schaefer and robbed two stores later

Wait a minute, give me a lawyer

Public defender, I'm broke as fuck

That's how we end up, repent what?

So it's up off the bridge into the river

They sent me up, life in a six by nine

Shit ain't much different than my nine to five

I might survive

My tomb is ready, empty to Serengeti

My peoples is healthy, start strong arming the wealthy

Burning and looting, heavy dilemmas and shooting

What's wrong with a takeover? You scared of a makeover?

America did it, my sentence, the rapes over

Snatched that land and hand it over, back to original

The world's not feeling you, the people's not either

We caught a bad case of heated kill Bush fever

They keep us on corners with no job offers

Feed your fam, selling white next week

Meet the coroner, sound familiar

They precautions and kill ya

It's a set up, ready to steady aim, fuck I'm fed up

I'm set up in a wicker chair, in my clutch, a rifle and spear

I told you fake ass niggas, I'm sincere

My heart echoes, my seeds, hopes and fears

I'm serious, we got to rise from the ashes

Seen Cassius?

People, Bronze, told you how it happens

Angles, Barlow had mad interrogations

They frame us for anything, we forced to let the shots ring

Black steel and chaos on my mind, in a 6x9