They strap me to the table while they ready the venom – blue collars with some extra dollars from the cowards who sent’em-but the sourness in’em drowning in their alcoholism’s the real payment for these agents of death – enter the med tech checking the technicals of these killer chemicals - even though he’s not a doc he plays one for the spectacle – highly unethical and prone to mistake – premeditated murder at the hands of the state – The plan and the date given with no chance of escape to victims of a system world renowned for (it’s) bias and hate – they poison the fates of men taking life with a pen christian politicians killing Christ again and again guilty and - innocent men black trapped and condemned for killing victims with a skin color lighter than them jim crow holds the keys to the pen and like gepetto over ghettos pulls strings to make thieves out of men – but sankofa held a key tucked in his cheek to the end so when he spoke he broke the chains and he put’em on them – convicting the system of lynching and its racist tradition of using blacks as stepping stones for these punk politicians
The Chicago rapper uses jazz as his template for a love letter to black and brown intentionality & worldwide forms of resistance. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 19, 2017