Quarantine Blues Lyrics

I'm prisoner to my own home

Views of outside

Once so endless

Now condensed to four walls

And a few windows

This isolation

In solitary confinement

Has me losing my mind

But I'm more afraid of what's outside

More concerned for my brothers

Than I am for myself

Now a days

You can't just pray

For protection and preservation

This plaque is preying on us

It's killing us

We need Help

In a world where

Being black automatically

Means guilty

No matter your side of the story

All sentences include death

Even if you were innocent

You'd still be forced to take a plea

Still be portrayed to look wrong

As they strip you from your rights

But even with their knees

On your neck

At least

You'd still have the ability

To breathe

So we take house arrest

Step into the backyard for rec

Engage in exercising the body and mind

While they engage in exorcising our lives

Why are the fences so high

The only view we have

Is of the sky

This is how it feels being at rock bottom

There's nowhere but up from here

It's the only thing that makes sense

Because the past is no longer behind us

We are living history in present tense

My brothers are still

Hanging on to their last breath

Plastered as an example

For the rest of us colored folk

To show what happens when

You look too strong

You look too long

You're intimidating

You're resisting

You're a threat

You must be eliminated

But if you can show

You can be controlled

Maybe you can make it home

Put a mask on

Blend in with your enemies

So they're harder to distinguish

Wear gloves... no fingerprints

Check in with your parole officer Facebook

Tap in to IG

Unconsciously

For your programming

I mean news feed

Ingest all of the destruction, violence

And unjustness

Post after post

Comment after comment

Public humiliation and embarrassment

Allow anxiety, depression and PTSD

To seep in quietly

You can be mad

But don't get too angry

If massa can see your chest moving

You're endangering

Although we are

The endangered species

Massa better not catch you breathing too deeply

Air is a privilege

This is their leverage

Don't you dare be enraged

You better stay in your cage

Or be forced to get shot

So the rest of the world feels safe