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BLEED
02:40
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VERSE 1
Bold Spitter.
Straight Gold Shitter.
Exorcise demons.
Means you, nigga.
You'd crawl through a sewer
just to get to a river
that's actually a toilet
to get a cup of water.
Consumed with a thirst unquenchable
I don’t support em…
Sold your soul for drips,
so this rhyme is post-mortem…
A couple of your niggas
tried to get me to join em.
Make my blackness agreeable…
But that’s a tall order.
I’m a nigga.
My music is loud,
and my language ain’t spell-checked…
I’m expected to self-edit
my existence.
Proofread my blackness,
first draft, second draft…
Truthfully, the fact is…
my skin’s ink is permanent.
Nah, there ain’t no subtle way
to say this…
But, being in black skin is war
with a self deemed invisible.
Internal bleeding’s typical…
You don’t get no band-aids.
Walk that shit off and bleed.
Let it leak down
beneath the concrete
where our ancestors rest…
VERSE 2
They tell me lighten up….
HA! That’s shit’s impossible.
Look at my skin tone, nigga.
It’s only getting darker, so
to hell with your advice.
Yo, I’m done being polite
to these new black, twitter-famous,
racism apologist
house niggas. [Kiss my ass]
Its blackness can absorb light.
[Post that to tumblr, nigga]
Awww, does that offend you?
Go write a blog about it.
Vent to facebook like a give a shit.
Appease all of your white friends
by denouncing other niggas
like you ain’t one of us.
Like your ivy league degree
gives you the right shit on
niggas content with a GED.
Shame us for being poor,
call us entitled and lazy.
Never say this shit
to any of our faces.
You divide black people,
then preach togetherness.
Antagonize your own niggas,
then reap the benefits.
So nah, I’m not gonna lighten up,
self-loathing bastard.
In fact, all of the shit that you’ve been
talking made me even blacker.
Post that to tumblr, nigga.
OUTRO X2
America's the soil.
Hate is the seed.
Corpses are the only
things that grows from these trees.
And, if my validation as a man
is what you need,
I'll stab myself repeatedly
so you can watch me bleed.
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BLEED (Instrumental)
02:39
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Lewis M. Boston, Massachusetts
Lewis M. is a boston-based (and Providence born) poet, beatmaker, and MC. He has performed at the Apollo Theater in NYC,
The Smithsonian, among many other venues. His beats retain a refreshingly simplified approach to hip-hop production that harkens back to the boom-bap of the 90's while remaining fresh and new.
To inquire about purchasing beats, contact him at:
Lewis.Morris@flatlinepoetry.com
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