Amir Sulaiman - Come to the Hills (We Must Win) lyrics

The dead won't let me sleep The living won't let me die in peace My heart filled with the yesterday that never happened My hands filled with my face My long breaths bleeding between my fingers I k**ed myself once But my lives are plural That's why I can speak to the immoral like I'm immortal The mind is fertile Birth a verse with no epidural The truth hurts Speaking life into the dead as if it's normal This is the lionhearted, the fire starter “The Sound and the Fury,” William Faulkner “The Color Purple,” Alice Walker “Canterbury Tales,” Geoffrey Chaucer Every people are sent a prophet But also every people are sent an imposter Likewise every people have been sent an author to tell their story This is a tale of what turns a man into a monster And what turns that monster into a martyr In the shadow of untold trauma The secret art of how to unfold karma And the divine unknown drama true in living We're just trying to make Black history But it's like they're trying to make blacks history They won't even write a eulogy for you and me Misery loves company But the company loves misery The company will co-op your story and sell your minstrel show in HD Our suffering seen more vividly Obviously n***as are NSFW They don't wanna pay you, but peddle you Or just petty costs to settle you That's why it's hard to employ me But even harder to ignore me The irony isn't lost on me How they make slaves of the masters of ceremonies Ha. Clever. Me? Never They like their b**hes spayed, n***as neutered n***a babies carefully tutored to be foolish yet ruthless To eat garbage and drink sewage To the point where even saying African-American sounds like a n***a Judas The American Dream is a love song gone wrong A fantasy long gone But if you knew this And still wanna be a slave then you stupid and useless I'm gonna tell you straight This ain't no This ain't no shuckin' and jivin' “pick any n***a” This the pick of the litter Alpha male You still smell like infamel(?), imbecile I'm Oscar Grant Still mourning Emmett Till I'm Emmett Smith no NFL Runnin' and jukin' it in the k**in' fields But them k**in' fields deadly enough to make Emmett still I admit still Shookin' up every time I see Emmett's grill Until my molars spark and I taste battery acid Maybe that's too drastic Maybe I'm overreacting Maybe seeing dead babies shouldn't phase me But it does It does It does Are we not flesh and bone? Are we not minds and souls? Are eyes either blind or closed As if we don't see As if we don't know They'll k** you! They'll k** you They'll k** you like it's no Biggie No Diddy While we arguing over who the king of New York City They emasculate the greats Bye Black Panther, Hello Kitty Or slowly a**a**inate the greats Goodbye, Whitney You can see the future if you learn history I'm speaking to you straight and right They got you leaning right like 450 Where the wealth, weed, and women have you chasing dimes Wasting time Wait Wealth, weed, women Chasing dime- Wow That's a triple double entendre and alliteration in the same damn time Oh okay so the Sufi can rhyme Can we not have another conversation about your top 5, dead or alive? Instead can we talk about the top 1% and the bottom ninety-nine? Or the wise 5% and the deaf, dumb, and blind eighty-five? Or how the circle-seven and the one-twenty saved our lives? On the boat with Jesus' name Lucifer came And then proof of our name went poof, David Blaine Disappeared between the noose and the chains Euthanasia introducing the youth to the cane So we singing We rapping Attempts to reducing the pain We don't know what else to do with the pain We don't know what else to do with the pain They say, “Rap for us!” And then they clap for us Are you not entertained? Standing on our my brother's body Are you not entertained? Carrying my son's carca** Are you not entertained? But even with all the battery and the abuse We are still so beautiful Our babies are like balls are of light Bright enough to brighten the darkness of the battle field But when I look into my daughter's face it reminds me that there is a battle still And that the battle's real That a draw is a win for losers We Must Win The truth is when I said the sky is mine By mine I meant I and I By I and I, I meant you and I The sky is ours Heaven's fallen We either fly or die We Must Win We have died so many times They have k**ed us so many times We have died so many d**hs We have died for everyone We have died for everything We have died for nothing We are done with d**h We are done with d**h We will not die another day We are the true and living and We Must Win