Bamboo Ink: “Fight/Flight Remix”

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
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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

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How much do you realize about the sacrifice
Leaving behind a life the price to give your family a better one
When the work is never done
No vacation to help raise a son
or daughter account for everyone
Who parent their own to provide for theirs
Try to make ends meet in a world that isn’t fair
Your kids are born into this strange land whose man will deny it’s theirs
If their skin isn’t white there rights are just not there
For respecting instead neglected by the powers that be
the same cowards who see a helpless person to beat
Or they send the police to kill them indeed
We fear whenever we see the others you’d think we’re family by shared humanity
But they cage us and want to toss out the key
Coerce us into the impossible and make us kiss their feet
As if we only live because they tolerate it
Then call us savages for fighting back against their hatred

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As if that wasn’t enough now they pack us on a plane or in a bus, human traffick us
It’s 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
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

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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

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

Spoken snippets from “Trump VS MAGA? The Epstein Crashout Explained” by Josh Johnson: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5M16u2bAeA

2nd verse originally recorded for “Division” by Kirke Godfrey https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-7C-vc_syYI