Propaganda - Three Cord Bond lyrics

Huh And I watched them covet our style, our confidence, natural rhythm Our terms of endearment, but not our struggle And them products of the ghetto, what poverty can produce And oddly enough, we giggled when you mimicked us, sweet revenge Homies not stupid can tell the difference between Admiration and mockery, please So we protected our music because truthfully We thought it was all we had And watched y'all make a k**ing off it, hip hop to jazz Elvis, to Fats Domino, Patra to Gwen Stefani And the fact them names are foreign that's just what I'm pointing to You imitated Jamaicans, attempted to grow dreads and Commodified reggae, that's Marley's face on everything Your children uses faith as an excuse to smoke weed So we grew angry unaware of God's plan for rescue But we ain't know better, got a flawed version of personhood Identifying only by being victims of oppression A true story And I watched them covet your camaraderie, your sense of family Your food and work ethic, but not your struggle And we were jealous you had a homeland, a native tongue And your parents spoke in it, we were just the offspring of the broken Hopeless, so we all learn Swahili as if we knew we were from that region Silly, we know, but what you supposed to do when all you know Your closest cultural customs are similar to your captors? Huh, pastor? Easier to blame them economic woes on Filth filtering through our borders Immigrant job hoarders We should all just deport them all on one bus It's stupid us, broad brush We thought you were all Mexican, it's dumb, I know I'm sorry, it's embarra**ing, forgive us, we were jealous We ain't know better, selfish, angry, prideful Willie lynching, fighting over the same piece of mud pie Cómo se dice? Lo siento mucho. Por favor We all need grace much more That's a true story And we coveted your privilege, your generational wealth Your unquestioned personhood, but not your struggle And we felt it wasn't fair, we wanted your options Your grasp on proper doctrines and literature, it's silly huh? Your American dream, apple pie, worked for you So we worked for you You made it seem so easy - grit your teeth, you could succeed too We ain't know your story, shoot we thought white was white Not Irish or Celtic, or the Bolshevik plight Or the pain of bearing stains inherited You said you wasn't there, it ain't fair You wouldn't dare, but we ain't care But we ain't know better, you told us you struggle too - Rednecks and trailer parks, me and you are cool I hurt like you But that was fire for the fuel that boiled into them riots Y'all was so confused and truthfully so were we But now we understand we suffered the same stain We gain from a shared ancestor, we all descend from Adam's sin Riddles every inch of us, but now we see clearly That Crimson Cord is one rope made from many strands And each its own color, but now it clearly stands Dyed the color red from our Savior's blood shed And a rope finds its strength from multiple lines wrapped Around each other until they're all perfectly intertwined So let's just call it even and walk through life knowing That a Three Cord Bond is not easily broken