Mad / letters (feat. Santino Jones)

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Slave to the chain
Slave to the chain
Slave to the chain
And then chained to the whips
And they never come through and they always talkin shit
I said slave to the chain and they chained to the whips
and they never come through and they always talkin


Live by my black hands black plans with black friends blacks jams
And bblack president black movement benefit of bein’ x gen
And shot down by the police, like shot down by the Nazis
Cuz some sheeps disguised as wolves and some wolves killin’ black men
And hunt for sport they play to win
Watch the game on CNN
Get their trophies with their badge then plant the crack ‘nd go hunt again
A million ways to die in sin
Mine was walkin’ on a continent
Infected with the biggest hypocrites, immigrants that no longer welcome in
But I ain’t mad no

I ain’t mad just gimme my bag right now
I ain’t mad just gimme my bag right now
I ain’t mad just gimme my bag right now
I ain’t mad just gimme my bag right now

Slave to the chain
And then chained to the whips
And they never come through and they always talkin shit
I said slave to the chain and they chained to the whips
and they never come through and they always talkin shit like


( Court Case)

Birthed at 3 pounds 5 ounces on the 3rd on May
Washed in blood now I tug at life in mortal ways

How i find human kind a love that’s so divine
But filled with stress and death and mine was eager to show blind

People of the thing that caused you so much void and pain
Embedded in you before birth its in your DNA

That was passed down to me
Caused me to birth to early
And now I’m written’ you this message from the sky don’t worry

I probably wouldn't like baby food or school lunch
or doing my chores or working hard for SAT scores
so,
Ii was sent as a letter in a bigger message
composed by babies that were brought across the North Atlantic
Dear Human Race, I hope this letter finds you well.
We're writing to you even though we didn't learn to spell.
We wanna’ know if you can find a way to treat our moms right?
They've been feelin home alone for years without no spotlight.
And that's the blame for the reason we cant tell her "Hi!"
Or learn to cook and share our pieces of sweet Apple Pie.
Or at least we think it's sweet that's what the other spirits say.
Either way we DEF wanna build and sing.
Those are things you do when you want to express yourself right?
And build some structures that make life a little simpler, right?

Yea that sounds like a beautiful human dream.
And when we do it we promise to share it with the human team.
After all, thats what its about?
Sharing love? Building trust? Healing wounds? With the truth? With the crew?
Me and you, me and you, we and you?
at least that what the other spirits say
Either way

I hope you find yourself in the letters
Never spelled
I hope you find yourself in the letters
Never felt
I hope you find yourself in the letters
Never spelled
I hope you find yourself in the letters
In the letters

Sincerely Still born babies of color.

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from My Thoughts Are, released August 11, 2019
(Jordan Hamilton, Alex Hoyle, Terrence Smith) All Rights Reserved [BMI] 2019
Producer(s): Justin Jackson Courtesy of Last.Gasp.Music.; Jordan Hamilton; Terrance Smith

Additional instrumentation: 808 Loop, Gsuarez253. Background Vocals, Alex Hoyle, Piano Terrence Smith, Sample: Ky’Andrea Cook’s court hearing. Drums Samples, Cello: Jordan Hamilton

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