Lando Chill - jazz club

This that smoke filled jazz club
Littered with proletariats and revolutionaries of different stripes
You know the types
Sowing the rights of the people
Against the will of the machine made of evil and wrought metal
That settled into hands of capitalists because what drives us to compete to eat
To die to buy the newest drop they outsourced
To make for less than a dollar and sell for a bill
Blue noted like madlib
Resurrected indentations of old slave masters who stare back with no remorse
And built this country up to stay the course they sourced from white supremasict
Eugunice praised chemists
Lauded in history under the premise of erasure by any means
And i mean by any means
Ancestors made to cross streams of sweat, blood, and molten worth
Born as gold but called bronze
Born as gold but called bronze
Born as gold but called what?

Fed religiosity and flour from fielded tended with care and ill intent
False realities bent to the shapes meant to absolve responsibility
Like Vicks over a cold
Rub the chest, your chest until the gold come forth
We headed north like life was going to be different
Different from the previous most devious kind of chattel oppression
Thought to be a lesson of ingenuity
If not for the black body we'd all be in a place you all call hell
Faster than workers huffing asbestos laced plaster
Ask the local pasor how many people he's buried this week
Was laid to rest at the feet of gods son
Its odd son
The only thats gospel is bob's son
I'll wait a minute
I'll wait a minute while you let your media spin it

Written by:
Lance Washington

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