Niggers got plantation memories, plantation mentalities and it's very clear the way we still call each other nigga, instead of brother and refer to our sisters as bitches, slithering through a corporate world of snitches, rich get richer profiting off our prophets, poor get poorer pimping chalices of sliver and gold teeth blinging to cover up the trash that exits over-exposed souls. I know it sounds cold but truth should always be told
we got souls for sale souls for sale they shouldn't be cheap but yet they're for sale
We suppress ourselves so much we hardly recognize our own reflections and little black girls don't recognize their own beauty because they're too busy bleaching still trying to be something when they were told that they were nothing. So they grow older and begin prostituting their bodies, still trying to be somebody, while men souled out, prostitute their very souls for a mouth full of gold, boxed into stereotypes so we fail to think outside the box of gold and sliver composed grills symmetrical to prison cells and blame it all on the box called television or more specifically BET. But really, we were behaving this way before we even had TV, way before new world history because it was the black man that sold the black man to the white man. Just in case you haven't heard, slavery of any kind is called the same slavery even when it’s the enslavement of our own kind and even worse our own mind.
We sold out so much ‘til we souled out Souled out Souled out
Poet Douglas Kearney and composer/producer/drummer Val Jeanty link up for a a compelling LP that feels like the written word come to life. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2021