Текст (слова) песни: Sarah Jones - Blood

 
It is the thickest blood on this planet 
The feet, that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black blood 
on back roads marked with rusted dead end signs 
They don`t fit into any shoes 
Not Nike`s, and not Reebok`s, though they 
make em across the sea and sell em to you and me 
for fifty times their value *tch* none of them can hold the blood 
that coagulated not so long ago, in the lower extremities 
of off-color corpses, strung up from trees 
Like, drying figs or, hanging poupourri, to 
sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry 
Before cushioned insoles and arch supports 
There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh 
backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names 
like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even Hilfiger 
And black butts that bore marks forever from irons 
that preceded those for pressing and curling naps 
yanked straight, before relaxers weaves and pink lotion 
	*British accent* 
Branding irons children, now that you`ve crossed the ocean right 
Step up here lit-tle nigger on the auction block and open up your mouth 
Right, good strong teeth, good muscle tone 
You oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe more 
See here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this here 
barely used, top of the line... 
	*American accent returns* 
Fast forward to Calvin Klein 
and modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph Lauren 
A.K.A. low, low, well how low can you go? 
Call on black consumers if you want the cash flow 
Cause they quick to flip and spend up all they dough 
and don`t front money, act like you know 
We give it up to the Brook-lyn malls 
We give it up to the Uptown malls 
Cause the white folks figure ain`t no question for a nigga 
that material posessions can answer 
Keep us preoccupied from what we read or what we drive 
while our mothers are dying of cancer 
We tuck our low self esteem in Euro-trash jeans 
some overpriced shit from Donna Karan 
As we toast with Hennesey to covert white supremacy 
Hiding the thickest blood on the planet 
we wearing it under our clothes, the way God dressed our souls 
but, check how the proud blood flow through 1996 
Adding fuel to the flames of some bullshit brand names 
cause we couldn`t see past the next pair of fat kicks 
It is the thickest blood on this planet 
The blood that, sprays and spills in buckets 
soaks and stains the nightly news, but fuck it 
A colored life still ain`t worth but a few ducats 
That blood can`t be contained by any mind that cannot see a 
great black forest for all these cracker trees 
I`m talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and child 
and child, and child, and whoops, there goes another one 
And momma don`t know the answer so baby gots to Guess 
Oh say young blood, you wanna tell me 
what George Marciano, ever did for a negro? Boricua, chicano 
brothers and sisters their pockets like blood blisters 
Ready to pop, ooze, and drop cash so hot and so fast 
it makes a spark 
"Yeah mami cause now I got my upside down triangle 
 My designer question mark" 
OH WHY ASK WHY that shit don`t make you complete 
It`s vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeat 
Pumping the, thickest blood on this planet 
While we take it for granted that, more Selma churches won`t be bombed 
More bullet riddled bodies won`t be embalmed 
Another cop won`t, commit murder turn around and get a raise 
while we pickin over the racks from white owned Doctor J`s 
to Modell`s, Macy`s, and Sach`s 
Shit they just think we ain`t never gon` change our ways 
and finally answer back: 
"No suh, Ise don`t want to wear yo` britches 
 No suh, Ise don`t want to grant yo` wishes 
 That all us negroes.." .. shall continue to hide, in your shoes 
and your clothes, as if we should take pride 
in your savage traditions, in genocide 
All the spirits you extinguished and never batted one blue eye 
Yet your vulture`s on our culture like white on brown rice 
Bleach our blood and sell it back, special price 
on this blood that races through the African veins of the child 
on his way to the mall, in White Plains 
to catch a confused, lost, land-stealing Columbus Day sale 
on a Fila jogging suit, for his brother in jail 
That blood, is your blood, it`s my blood, it`s our blood 
It`s the, thickest blood on this planet
 

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