Bamboo Ink: “Fight/Flight”

Written, performed, and produced by Bamboo Ink (Bukupanda & Katinkera) https://linktr.ee/bambooink

This land is your land believe it belongs to us too
Look at these bloodied fingers look at the dirt on our shoes
Read every single wrinkle of stress reflecting pain
From every ounce of energy drained
Call us wicked but we damn near saints
If it’s ascetic and martyrdom and blood we shed
U dread our presence like we devils we dread u instead

They wanna bring bullets and blunt force trauma
as we call for mama
Or the Madonna to pray for all the fallen
Callin out to God to bless the dearly departed
They say stop the violence, the wildness and the riotin
I say dont you forget where all this started from
In boats parade in chains to sell em as slaves
Treated as animals abused till it took the breath away
That’s why we pray
While you make deals with the devil to maintain ya supremacy
We aint ever gonna forget till you let go of that legacy
we aint gonna forget til you let us breathe or just walk our streets
You don’t listen to nice, ICE don’t respond to please
But if you find the empathy to spare
get the fuck up off our necks and let us have air
Tired of death, deportations and despair
We’ll never let you get away with it let’s make ourselves clear

I
I just want to fly away from here
Or wherever you’re near
The tears they fall from my eye

On the other side of the ocean folks are binging politics like soaps
and the white brain rot is crossing borders in its own scope
weaponized devotion sucks it kills all curiosity
we’re still discriminating people over their nationalities
staring at our screens or the other way
treat memories of 39 like another random day
shame no longer fuels compassion and integrity
fear is what we plant into posterity

I
I just want to fly away from here
Or wherever you’re near
The tears they fall from my eye
Everywhere I go I look up
and wish I could
leap into the sky.

Maybe we can work it out…but I doubt it

As if that wasn’t enough now they pack us on planes or in a bus, human traffick us
This animus on display demonstrated without shame
No truth to the claim that crimes rise when it pertains
to the undocumented who come im more inclined to run
From a white supremacist who got guns and shoot up our churches
Synagogues mosques night clubs they wanna hurt us
Anywhere we congregate they hate and wanna murder
And further their power grip strip democracy and rush capitols
Kill at will still they call us the animals
But they out in broad daylight proud among their boys
Hands in the air with their sieg heil noise
Where’s the crackdown on that calls for walls to keep em contained
perhaps the red in red states pertain to their nazi color stains
This land is your land believe it belongs to us too
Look at these bloodied fingers look at the dirt on our shoes