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  • Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
    Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
    Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews,
    Mexican corn stands
    Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
    Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners
    Murals that salute freedom
    or death for liberty
    Be it Inglewood or Egypt,
    Bedstuy or Baghdad
    Syria or Liberia, the west bank
    or the west side of Chicago
    Where food and liquor stores
    still occupy the block
    While police and community watchmen justify why they shot
    Emmit Till and Malice Green,
    Rekia Boyd and Trayvon Martin
    Better not wear that hoodie
    while shopping for a carton
    Or whatever they sellin in your food desert
    Cause your soul is dessert
    and will be dissected and consumed
    On the Fox evening news while we sing the blues
    The new Jim Crow caged bird sings
    Cause he's tired of occupying his misery
    and of our marching
    He wanna fly to a higher consciousness
    But his school on academic probation
    They gave him medicine,
    diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardation
    So he refuses to cease the firin, nobody's hirin
    In Illinois, 67 is the new age when you retirin
    Class lines have blurred,
    those who used to have, have not
    Pensions bein snatched
    Those who never have keep their hands stretched
    Social services being cut
    Sterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the womb
    Young girls referring to their vaginas as tombs
    Thinkin protests are temporary and trendy
    Well rock a t-shirt and carry a poster
    And two weeks later it's back to normal
    But they say times are changin'
    The revolution is becoming second nature,
    causes are combining
    People carrying torches,
    hope burning from their hands
    Attaching explosive devices
    cause they keep stealing their lands
    In the name of freedom
    Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
    Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
    Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews,
    Mexican corn stands
    Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
    Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners
  • [00:02.480]Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
    [00:05.320]Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
    [00:07.440]Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews,
    [00:09.570]Mexican corn stands
    [00:11.190]Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
    [00:13.190]Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners
    [00:16.260]Murals that salute freedom
    [00:17.820]or death for liberty
    [00:19.130]Be it Inglewood or Egypt,
    [00:20.700]Bedstuy or Baghdad
    [00:22.190]Syria or Liberia, the west bank
    [00:23.790]or the west side of Chicago
    [00:25.600]Where food and liquor stores
    [00:26.910]still occupy the block
    [00:28.300]While police and community watchmen justify why they shot
    [00:31.220]Emmit Till and Malice Green,
    [00:32.600]Rekia Boyd and Trayvon Martin
    [00:34.410]Better not wear that hoodie
    [00:35.740]while shopping for a carton
    [00:37.240]Or whatever they sellin in your food desert
    [00:39.080]Cause your soul is dessert
    [00:40.210]and will be dissected and consumed
    [00:42.340]On the Fox evening news while we sing the blues
    [00:44.990]The new Jim Crow caged bird sings
    [00:47.370]Cause he's tired of occupying his misery
    [00:49.430]and of our marching
    [00:50.810]He wanna fly to a higher consciousness
    [00:52.370]But his school on academic probation
    [00:54.430]They gave him medicine,
    [00:55.430]diagnosed him with a felony and mental retardation
    [00:58.060]So he refuses to cease the firin, nobody's hirin
    [01:01.110]In Illinois, 67 is the new age when you retirin
    [01:04.490]Class lines have blurred,
    [01:06.060]those who used to have, have not
    [01:07.870]Pensions bein snatched
    [01:09.120]Those who never have keep their hands stretched
    [01:11.930]Social services being cut
    [01:13.740]Sterilization clinics giving out pills to numb the womb
    [01:16.740]Young girls referring to their vaginas as tombs
    [01:19.240]Thinkin protests are temporary and trendy
    [01:21.790]Well rock a t-shirt and carry a poster
    [01:23.410]And two weeks later it's back to normal
    [01:25.600]But they say times are changin'
    [01:27.600]The revolution is becoming second nature,
    [01:29.730]causes are combining
    [01:31.100]People carrying torches,
    [01:32.480]hope burning from their hands
    [01:33.980]Attaching explosive devices
    [01:35.540]cause they keep stealing their lands
    [01:37.350]In the name of freedom
    [01:38.790]Hijabs, hoodies, afros, locks
    [01:42.160]Teddy bear, liquor bottle shrines, rocks
    [01:44.240]Tanks, prayer rugs, church pews,
    [01:46.780]Mexican corn stands
    [01:48.270]Blood, sweat, and tears, police batons
    [01:50.080]Gas masks and bullets create graffiti on corners