Chuck G. - Blood at the Roots

All I see is racism
Especially when you're black dealing with the system
Especially when you're black and Tryna make a difference
It don't matter your status they see us all as niggas
Laws stack against us religious like Bible scriptures
Writing books on how to use it to control a nigga
Get mad when we start to uncover the stigma
Or when we elevate our people out the worst conditions
Bring out the hoods and the white sheets
Worn by the biggest bitches that fear me
Crosses burning as they stand waving rebel flags
The type of force used to force my people of their land
The same force applied mechanized behind a badge
Or in a suit writing laws to subjugate our ass
They violate our human rights
When we came in peace marching for our civil rights

Blood at the roots Blood in the land
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze
Blood at the roots Blood in the land
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze

All I see is cop killing
Pull you over drag you out the car or shoot off in it
Run up in your house kill you in front of your children
The same way they use to hang us in front of a village
No regards for a Kings life
Raping our Queens at night under the moon light
Separated the family so now we're out of place
Trying to find my way feeling like I'm trapped in a maze
And never will they hesitate
To box you in and patrol you like Iraq estates
The same way they used to patrol to catch a slave
The same chains are hard to see when they're trapped on your brain
Trying to get the same freedom we have never gained
The same freedom we losing in a chain gang to the same gang that placed us in these damn chains
Shackled by amendment 13

Blood at the roots Blood in the land
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze
Blood at the roots Blood in the land
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze

Trayvon Martin and Sandra Bland look in they face
Tamir Rice was only 12 when he was snatched away
Eric Gardner down on my knees I can't breathe
Or Freddie Gray Spine cracking on the concrete
Mike Brown left face down in the streets
No paramedics on the screen while his mom weeps
Philando Castile killed while he was at the wheel
Wifey and daughter witnessed it I know they scared for years
Can't forget about Emmett Till and all the dead souls lost on this battle field
Of racism and injustice seen throughout the years
Documented and played out on a movie reel
Just to condition our minds so that we know it's real
So we will never forget the condition that we're in
So we will never forget the fact that remains is
We're still slaves less we change our condition

Blood at the roots Blood in the land
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze
Blood at the roots Blood in the land
Blood on they boots Blood on they hands
Blood on the leaves Blood on they feet
Strange fruit hanging swaying in the summer breeze

Written by:
Charles Gibbs

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