Sons Of Kemet, Joshua Idehen - Field Negus

[00:00.18] I am a field negro now [00:03.20] Exodusing from these wretched plains [00:06.19] Pour holy palm wine, wash away this wasted shame [00:09.26] Blood is thicker than cotton or sugar cane [00:13.04] I don't think you're ready for the pain [00:14.99] I don't think you're ready for the change, mate [00:17.90] You are a field negro too, son [00:20.13] Leave Candace Owens by the plantation [00:23.30] Foolish us, thinking the overseer even had the keys to these chains [00:27.36] How could we expect the dungeon keeper [00:29.79] To make the rules and play fair, this game? [00:32.97] Oh, bless your greed [00:35.19] For not granting me the little I asked of you [00:37.74] I would have played the fiddle and tap-danced for you [00:40.30] I would have settled for some skittles and a safe path home [00:44.01] Tightened-up my belts [00:45.99] Lightened-up my skin [00:47.21] Bitten down my tongue [00:48.82] I begged you for an inch [00:50.90] Lemme have some liquor and a flatscreen [00:53.63] A minute for my mind, scraps for my sandwich [00:57.85] You had me saying prayers in your language [01:01.00] You made me forget my gods [01:03.42] You had me question my spirits [01:06.12] Forsake my prophets and [01:08.25] Then you cursed me with Trevor Philips [01:10.92] Oh, the pale-faced, cheek of it [01:13.86] One knee on my back, one knee on my lungs [01:17.00] Telling me to run sprint times in a marathon [01:19.10] Keep calm and carry on [01:22.35] Oh, the audacity [01:24.78] The caucasity of it all [01:27.69] Thank you [01:28.95] For refusing me that inch [01:31.24] Because now I do now recognise your yardstick [01:35.04] The scales have toppled [01:36.84] The curtains have collapsed [01:38.34] The blonde baboon's arse is bare in the open [01:41.98] And I am a field negro now [01:44.54] I do not want your equality [01:46.61] It was never yours to give me [01:48.07] And even then it was too minor, too little, too late [01:53.42] Pull the balaclava over my heart and set it running [01:57.32] My revolution rides a black horse and it is stunning [02:01.84] Get me my flowers [02:03.76] Shower their petals over my escape route [02:06.67] Molotov cocktails as my banner [02:09.09] Skull and crossbones as my skin tone [02:12.28] Babylon burn down is my jam, mate [02:15.13] It's my ringtone [02:17.02] We are rolling your monuments down the streets like tobacco [02:21.99] Tossing your effigies into the river, they weren't even worth a pyre [02:26.28] Let me show you what you've taught me about crime [02:29.91] Forget a piece, we want the whole pie [02:32.30] And the "Everything Must Go" sign [02:34.76] We are all field negroes now, just dead the talk, get me my bag [02:40.63] Maybe one day we'll see eye to eye on fancy furniture [02:43.86] But right now though, right now though [02:46.22] Sorry not sorry [02:48.05] Hashtag burn it all [02:50.25] Just burn it all! [02:51.51]