Chicago to Texas
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Not only do we disappear, not only do we disappear
Not only do we disappear,
We hang ourselves, and come up with other ways to find ourselves
Murder
Since the Southern flag came down
Ain't nothing left except jails and burnin' churches
And all them cotton fields, picked bare, a lifetime of picking
We disappear, we disappear
Right under the watchful eyes of those
Who rape us in jail cells at night
We disappear
There's no justice or rehabilitation
No religion either
Just four pills in a paper cup called America
We continue to disappear
We decide right after breakfast
Soon as master rings the bell
The sound sends us back to a time when
Death was a blessing
Sent from God
When you said, by any means necessary
Looking into your daughter's eyes
That she was never gon' be no slave
No battered wife
No prison guard's bitch
No lynched body swinging to the tune of "American justice"
Between me and God, she better off gone
Gone, yeah
I don't wanna say dead, not too loud
Don't wanna make God angry
And ain't nobody ever, except God, ever gon' save us
She said it took God 272 years to free the slaves
And she don't mind waitin'
I tell her that waiting is a privilege
And the hands of a clock
Are not your hands
But a system of hands choking you
Sometimes you can get lost in the rhythm of oppression
They way they beat it into you
Carve trees in your back
Choke you out
Fetishize your flesh
They way they make you-the way they make you-
The way they make you fight for every inch of grace
The way they make you fight
Until you've been infected with their disease
Then they hunt you down
Send them dogs to feed on you
We was just drivin'
I was drivin', I was drivin', I was drivin'
From Chicago to Texas
Drove right through the Dust Bowl
The black blizzard
That "Promised Land"
Fields, and fields, on top of fields,
Homestead act after homestead act
And they don't know how to work the land
Don't know how to hold the soil
They don't know how to cultivate the future
Must be all those memories from the "dark ages"
Must be-Must be trauma looping
It's always "Black Sunday" here
I made a wrong turn
I made a wrong turn, off the interstate
It's always "Black Sunday" here
Must be, must be, must be all them memories
Must be somethin' hauntin' you at night, choking you
Must be trauma looping
I made a wrong turn
Why did I go to Texas?
I remember Jasper
I remember the Rangers
I remember the Cowboys
See I went to Chicago, only to find the same conditions
Everywhere, stacked on top of each other
A million families in a home
A thousand generations of a shared memory
See I left Chicago
Stenched, poisoned
Why did I go to Texas?
To escape the killing?
The rewriting of a history?
They say I was never there
Must be
Must be trauma looping
Must be all them memories
Must be
Oh God, we was just traveling from Chicago to Texas
Drove right through the blood
The black blizzard
All that "Promised Land"
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God
Not only do we disappear,
We hang ourselves, and come up with other ways to find ourselves
Murder
Since the Southern flag came down
Ain't nothing left except jails and burnin' churches
And all them cotton fields, picked bare, a lifetime of picking
We disappear, we disappear
Right under the watchful eyes of those
Who rape us in jail cells at night
We disappear
There's no justice or rehabilitation
No religion either
Just four pills in a paper cup called America
We continue to disappear
We decide right after breakfast
Soon as master rings the bell
The sound sends us back to a time when
Death was a blessing
Sent from God
When you said, by any means necessary
Looking into your daughter's eyes
That she was never gon' be no slave
No battered wife
No prison guard's bitch
No lynched body swinging to the tune of "American justice"
Between me and God, she better off gone
Gone, yeah
I don't wanna say dead, not too loud
Don't wanna make God angry
And ain't nobody ever, except God, ever gon' save us
She said it took God 272 years to free the slaves
And she don't mind waitin'
I tell her that waiting is a privilege
And the hands of a clock
Are not your hands
But a system of hands choking you
Sometimes you can get lost in the rhythm of oppression
They way they beat it into you
Carve trees in your back
Choke you out
Fetishize your flesh
They way they make you-the way they make you-
The way they make you fight for every inch of grace
The way they make you fight
Until you've been infected with their disease
Then they hunt you down
Send them dogs to feed on you
We was just drivin'
I was drivin', I was drivin', I was drivin'
From Chicago to Texas
Drove right through the Dust Bowl
The black blizzard
That "Promised Land"
Fields, and fields, on top of fields,
Homestead act after homestead act
And they don't know how to work the land
Don't know how to hold the soil
They don't know how to cultivate the future
Must be all those memories from the "dark ages"
Must be-Must be trauma looping
It's always "Black Sunday" here
I made a wrong turn
I made a wrong turn, off the interstate
It's always "Black Sunday" here
Must be, must be, must be all them memories
Must be somethin' hauntin' you at night, choking you
Must be trauma looping
I made a wrong turn
Why did I go to Texas?
I remember Jasper
I remember the Rangers
I remember the Cowboys
See I went to Chicago, only to find the same conditions
Everywhere, stacked on top of each other
A million families in a home
A thousand generations of a shared memory
See I left Chicago
Stenched, poisoned
Why did I go to Texas?
To escape the killing?
The rewriting of a history?
They say I was never there
Must be
Must be trauma looping
Must be all them memories
Must be
Oh God, we was just traveling from Chicago to Texas
Drove right through the blood
The black blizzard
All that "Promised Land"
Oh God, Oh God, Oh God