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lyrics
Southern Cross flyin in Zion like a semaphore. Can’t say, “I’m Jewish, not white” anymore. Claimed to be forthright, yet jumped at the chance to captain the Fourth Reich in the matter of a fortnight. It’s a metaphor–we chose flight
and could have built something beautiful from the ground up. Instead, we decided we didn’t like having Black or Brown people around us.
Redlining God’s country, busting blocks with bulldozers. Cold world, we sheared fat from the land for wool pullovers
that never slid past our faces. Enraged if someone justifiably calls us racists. Many of us became who we hid from in basements.
Leo Frank lynched on a postcard, Goodman and Schwerner buried with Chaney, so we ask for a gold star when the question is, “What have we done for you lately?” Blind eye to the nonwhite immigrants we won’t allow to be Israeli. We should open up the books, and instead…we get cagey, compare the Holocaust to slavery, align ourselves with the same people who compromise our safety.
Sheldon Adelson shared the wealth, and wound up fundin domestic terror cells. Bloodstained synagogues in Pittsburgh–his legacy wears the shells.
It’s not just him–shaking hands with people who discuss our extermination over non-kosher lunches. Tell jokes about us when we don’t attend those functions, something about what we have in common with pizzas and ovens. Yet, we trust em, like at the final frontier they wouldn’t turn everything we hold dear into buckskin. First ones out are the last ones in
and the door’s cracked. We turned our backs to ignore that.
Like the text of the social contracts we signed didn’t include a catch. The second there’s nobody left to oppress but the rest of the white people they detest and an appetite for our flesh, that same wailing wall we built for ourselves will be the ones we’re shot flat against…
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this is a beautifully cerebral, abstract hip-hop masterpiece, woods and elucid are monstrous on this record, i am honored to own a physical copy from these hip-hop legends joshuassites
