Thirst Lyrics

Wet ink makes me think about times we ran dry

They couldn't pay us to drink

Other times those guys

Wouldn't drink from the same geyser now we all share Budweiser’s

Who could be flyer when we wear the same attire

Yet I still recall the satire

Where you wouldn't want to be out there

With a flat tire crosses bared fire

Even bears just sat back and admired vs. Getting in the path of a mad lynch mob

On a wrath to erase and displace your beautiful black asterisk glad we got past that

Look back still nothing to laugh at

Like gentrification tactics (look up)

I believe it would have lasted if not for the brave ones

Whose speeches are remastered photos removed trashed & ripped after this black real-world script

We're still expected to sip with no whip we're still whipped

Cars, chains slave ships, docked trips

Each and every flavor honey dip

Digging for gold to catch hold of your deep dark soul

That's attached to the beat of this sweet hard pole

That's controlled by the liquor (licker)

A distilled starched globe history repeats and speaks prior to prohibition

We reeked they shrieked and shrilled at us cursed and cussed

Kris krossed the list up

Made us really miss the bus

And now there's a fear of trust

What's left but to bust

Gold diggers get blood diamonds & platinum rules

Due to uncontrolled lust

Though our worth be less than dust

We still must strut!