Creation Myth - Moor Mother

[00:59.61]The idea is to travel throughout the race riots
[01:04.47]From 1866 to the present time
[01:08.25]A speedy decapitation by time
[01:10.5]Must in thickness sacrificing love for hate
[01:15.21]Makin' it to the frontline with ease
[01:17.76]Like how momma made buscuits outta nothing
[01:21.0]All while having a d**e needle in her arm
[01:24.15]The blueprint provided by a black cemetery
[01:28.020004]No hope for the dead rather than their coffins with cheer
[01:32.55]A new type of happiness
[01:33.93]A black happiness that's filled with grief
[01:36.66]Somehow ending up at the portal in town
[01:39.36]Torso nothing else no mind
[01:41.58]Just the innate wiring of your DNA
[01:44.130005]The process of your chromosomes
[01:47.55]Systematically forming to prevent ones own annihilation
[01:52.68]I mean extermination
[01:54.18]The labour of existence
[01:56.759995]The first time you heard the whisper of death
[01:58.92]That death that has always been lingering here
[02:01.23]With you since the day you were born
[02:03.39]Heard it telling you that you must be both dead and alive
[02:08.31]Want us to be dead when a man wants to beat us
[02:10.71]When they want to R**e us
[02:11.82]Dead when the police k**l me
[02:13.56]Alive when the police k**l me
[02:16.41]Alive when it's time to be in they kitchen
[02:18.39]When it's time to push out they babies
[02:20.91]I've been bleeding since 1866
[02:25.2]Dragged my bloody self to 1919
[02:27.72]And bled through the summer being slaughtered by whites
[02:31.68]A flux of chaos came after
[02:33.66]Influx of terror from German and Irish immigrants
[02:37.29001]American imperialists wasted no time joining mobs and riots
[02:41.4]Even the descendents of the poor ever
[02:44.76]Still look at knives clean from the trail of tears
[02:47.79001]Joined in the slaughter in rampage
[02:51.57]All because I was feeling an emotion fear
[02:54.27]And by the time I got the whites
[02:56.07]I was missing most of my limbs
[02:58.5]Still had enough blood in my throat left
[03:01.26]To gargle up nine words
[03:03.06]I resist to being both the survivor and victim
[03:06.9]But I know the reality
[03:08.88]And some of us did just die under a boot
[03:11.49]Under pounding fists in the back of a car break
[03:14.61]Others died amaking mangled guts
[03:16.53]Some of us did just die while giving birth
[03:20.61]While protesting for the freedom of our sons
[03:23.16]And only God knows how I made it to Ferguson
[03:27.36]Aisha didn't make it
[03:28.8]Akiya didn't make it
[03:29.64]Ayanna Yvette didn't make it
[03:31.29001]Pearly didn't make it
[03:32.31]Chantelle Tarnika Taisha didn't make it
[03:34.86]Katherine Gaberella Miriam Charise didn't make it
[03:38.61]Charnel didn't make it
[03:40.08]Sandra didn't make it
[03:41.25]And I was sure I was dead in Oakland
[03:45.3]After being chained by a pickup truck
[03:48.54001]And dragged miles in Jasper Texas
[03:51.51]Where eighty one pieces of me my body
[03:54.03]Was scattered across a back road
[03:57.63]The men drop me off at a black cemetary
[03:59.94]See that's how I got over
[04:02.19]How I got over here
[04:03.57]The same place I was in in 1866
[04:07.17]A bleeding black body blowing in the wind
[04:10.95]Trapping an ironic thickness of things never changing
[04:16.64]Time is a balancing act that encompasses all thing
[04:20.51]Suspended in illusions