B.A.C.K.L.A.S.H., an Emmett Till-style lynching, police brutality, a gang of state-approved assassins on the beat. Justice is dead, along with God, in this dismal, desolate, rotting, corrosive America.
lyrics
Negation
Reputation
Desolation
A nation at its knees, racial tensions on the rise.
Racist stylist or is reality a nihilist
Intuition fades
On the nation’s bloody hands
Born into a racist society
Against the nation-state’s trained beasts
Trained beasts!
Fergusson
Martin… George Zimmerman assassin
Eric Garner… N.Y.P.D. Pantaleo
D. Hamilton… Manney how do you feel about yourself you fuckin’ scumbag
Crawford, Ford, Parker, Gurley, Brisbon, Reid, Robinson, White,
St. Louis East Side
Detroit
Twelve years old, Tamir Rice…
Looks like it wasn’t possible, better try next time, that is, if there is a next time for you, you swine…
Was it really a book in his hand, I guess the world will never know…
Keith Scott
Michael Brown
Darren Wilson… what up white boy?
Fergusson
Martin… George Zimmerman assassin
A nation at its knees, racial tensions on the rise.
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