CRT from Local Rapper by Anthemous T Rocknrolla
Tracklist
23. | CRT | 3:46 |
Lyrics
They captured me with infinite wisdom, born in prison, another black kid in the system
Economically my granddad rode the benches, patriotic duty was digging up the trenches
Without a pension, and don't even mention anything from the 50s make him prone to hypertension
What's a G.I. Bill, when the college lock you out
Said they never had niggas and they ain't starting out
And they don't give a damn about your service in the war
Smart black American mind scrubbing your floors
They would never let him own his own home, even though his taxes backed your pawpaw's FHA loan
Could have been a doctor, could have been in business, could have been alive
See Emmitt Till had a witness
Black descendants, same as black defendants
It was highly recommended for us to fight for independence
America said all, and never meant it, never had equal rights, they just signed it and pretended
We American too, maybe more American than you, homestead, we know who got the land too
Six billion total land wealth, they got it free, but they scream socialist cause 10k came to me
They made the rules to this race, and cried foul when Obama made it to first place, huh
I don't know, maybe he was faster, maybe they ain't better, maybe they just human disasters
Born into money, handed down from slave masters, tricking poor whites into commodifying alabaster
I ain't got much, but at least I ain't black, that's the thinking that got this country way
Off track, oh yeah, this'll make 'em mad sick, but they made em mad at the wrong people
And they gave you Jan six
I'm about my dollars, you know what I'm saying here, passing y'all with honors
Ain't none amongst the engineers, I'm working hard for a cure, can't trust the pioneers
Try to build rapport seem bizarre when they don't adhere
They making rules like white folks, it's different on their tier
Blacks can be entrepreneurs, but don't want them living near
Call the law when I'm buzzing myself in, this apartment ain't black enough for what I'm living in
Black excellence, America's greatest sin, this be the history they try to spin
Bomb business districts, pull the pin, Tulsa, St Louis, Philly, Rosewood
Now tell their stories again, you build and you build, and they rip it down
Erect the highway, so they never see the black side of town, starve capital
Leave it runned all the way down, give them guns, drugs, and a bunch of liquor to drown
I ain't never gonna call another black man an op, I leave that term strictly reserved for the cops
Biggest gang formed in slavery ad hoc, and politicians all think we dumb as a box of rocks
Right wing, want to toss the keys to all the locks, they talking points on point, like they attend workshops
Dems say BLM, when it's time to vote, but if they don't need us, we don't see them in the boat
They'd just as soon cut our throats taking all the same bank notes
While we argue bout the goat, they keep building the moat
I remember black folks who were about to boycott, until kickoff began, and we were all in our seats again Jersey on your back, would you care to explain, mark my words, they're gonna try to kill us all again
We talked a good game, but now it's time to install the protocol
Credits
Executive Producer: Anthemous T Rocknrolla
Producer: DP of the Hands Team
Written By: N Patterson