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skunkhour - strange equation كلمات الأغنية

can’t let a bygone begone
bound to destroy the empire’s icons
strange as a pigment figment
left as a cancer to grow malignant

strange equation of race assimilation
a loose interpretation of integration
pushed to the brink without a minute to think
degraded, and traded, and then driven to drink
because the white man always thought he had the right plan
just a can of worms
ignorance squirms in his brain he’s in pain
’cause he lost his roots, they rot, he just shot what was new and asked questions later
credits himself as the creator
made a cross burn, the wheels of destruction turn
my stomach churns as the forests of the world burn
…and still we don’t learn nothing
except how to make a profit off it
stole what we wanted, never gave nothing back
‘cept the whip and crack, and
“get back to work jack!”
fact we stole, we lied, we raped, and pillaged many an indigenous village on this earth
is the white man worth more to jesus?
who the h_ll is he anyway, the bible gets rewritten every single day
as long as we get our pay and say “thank god that wasn’t us”
in god we trust
what does that mean to the woman and the man divorced from the land by a man with a bible and a gun in his hand?
it’s about time we took to the stand
and the verdict:
can’t let a bygone begone
bound to destroy the empire’s icons
strange as a pigment figment
left as a cancer to grow malignant

we lost our souls, lost belief in our roots
too ashamed to be named in the black mans’ truth
we don’t know what to believe in
the masses keep seething
crying for forgiveness
the third world’s heaving and hoeing
whatever the first world’s sowing
kept in deprivation to feed the western nations
i’m sure you’d love to help, it’s too depressing?
change the station, it’s not my problem. i’ve got my own to handle
buy the woman’s day read about another royal scandal
you start to feel so sorry for the queen
bar the piece of white trash here and now has been
the crown and the cross are no longer the boss
the ignorant destruction, theft and abduction
of peace and harmony, love and equality of a spirited land
that some refuse to understand
so when will the people see, change starts with saying me?

can’t let a bygone begone
bound to destroy the empire’s icons
sermons of the bible libel
prayers to deceive and disperse the tribal
missionary man, saying “thou shall not steal”
“all men created equal”
that’s a strange equation, strange, strange equation

around the world the stones are hurled at the ivory white tower of power
the devil’s milk’s gone sour
it’s a skunkhour

- skunkhour

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