Pat Battle - Roll of Cries, Hear My Thunder lyrics

Verse 1 Apologies! I ain't no cultural anomaly I never thought and concurrently don't think I'm a prodigy Oddly, my body brings baggage to my status My melanin encrusted skeleton's an apparatus That used to dig on the doctrine they pushed by the big Doctor They propped the King up for us pawns, and we kept noddin' On some, "We shall overcome" And "Our people will grow as one" Let's be reasonable son, that credence is pretty dumb We clung to Lady Liberty's skirt and put all the work in She hung us from the top of her shirt, and it's closed curtains Some moves are inexcusable, notably when the moving crew Never quite owned up to burning our house down We pipe down these Mario tunnels and funnel facts up Valid ones! Foxes, peaco*ks, you need to back up Ain't standin' for no anthem They can fight me they don't like it Call me KaeperNICK-FURY, take a sh** while they recite it Then they can tell me if their country loves me Hook Does she? Or is it that she loves me not? Ha! Ha! Your heart says she loves me Although my head says she loves me not Oh, no! Your soul says she loves me But - Yo, I know that she loves me not What I got is a national broken home With an abusive Uncle Sam who can't stand what I am Verse 2 Now is Pat mad at the world? That's between the world and me But if life's giving referrals, we should get one for free You see they treat us like freaks And then flee with our own genius If it weren't for us they'd probably speaking that old English Thus spoke when they stirred up the hoax of the schmoe Jesus Like Mary carried to term a fetus with no penis You believe this? I don't think so, but I do think that them gringos Got very genocidal plans for me and my mans We embrace it - They place bracelets tight around our hands And say "Assume acute angle stance", patting down our pants Like we're all at a ball, and all the hogs wanna dance And one of two moves they know is the Murderena and so I know we're stuck in an arena with dictators and divas Who swear that they all bear what are elite facial features And we're just leeches Who used to pick the cotton for their t-shirts It's cray what you can slay with a few centuries of free work Had us weeping from the willow, rotten black fruit of the loom How do they slip into their sleep at night? Is there room in the room? With all the Hortons and the BarBars and Snuffleupaguses Don't trust they'll ever discuss the real function of the injustice As pups they are instructed to hush at the very subject Their abnormally formal, unrealistically rustic So the scales of Lady whats-it are technically asymmetrical Her nation is priority - slavery's parenthetical Ain't ethical, but could I let it go if she loves me? Hook Verse 3 Yeah my deepest fear is this deep this year It's rooted in Black Thought, folded up in me like a laptop That state homicides and demonizing of Islamic ties Will rise on the horizon of a new age of pile-ons Adding to the ever growing list of sh** to fix And we'll never stop feeling like we're three thirds of a fifth So when oppressors most high begin to self identify Through the power of the vote? Do I expect much? Nope! f** hope! These devils been embellishing this hellish wind Since settlements American initially were carried in Authoritarian variants vary who they bury From poets to the know-it-alls who'd ever dare expose it all I wonder if we'll grow at all or slow it all to a toad-ish crawl Torn apart by war and art atop this living bowling ball Spinning into the gutter y'all, pinheaded this system is America's a bad mother fu -- Listen to the kids Hands over little hearts sayin' she loves me Hook 3