Name: Blackend Blues Upside The Head by chill breeze martinez
Duration: 4 min 41 s
Description: ron scott - bass, ned armsby - drums, chili b - guitar

ron scott - bass, ned armsby - drums, chili b - guitar

Blackend Blues Upside The Head

B**** betta have my W**** Bread
they shot another black man dead;
and like a pay phone swaying in disrepair,
his body laid for hours there
and all the bro's on TV said was,
B**** betta have my W**** Bread

B**** betta have my W**** Bread
on nights of rage the sky was red
outside the prayers and siren songs, masked
silhouettes threw back smoke bombs
and all the deaf deflectors said was
B**** betta have my W**** Bread

B**** betta have my W**** Bread
the soul of a man’s, man’s world is dread
where a fetid claw becomes the rule of law
and it don’t mean shit what you think you saw
or who you conquer for street cred, 
B**** betta have my W**** Bread

I know it’s jarring, in 2015
to hear a man repeat the word “b****”,
but here’s what I mean;

I don’t mean to sound obvious or
come across as snarky;
white privilege is an offshoot of, you guessed it,
patriarchy.

You guessed it,
patriarchy;
that word is so unsexy.

B**** betta have my W**** Bread
we stomp where angels fear to tread
when the only voice we hear’s our own
cuz screams of pain are a constant drone
the only words left to be read are
B**** betta have my W**** Bread
.
B**** betta have my W**** Bread
we die inside where fear is bred
so shut the fuck up just this once
and listen to those on the battered fronts
and those who for their truths have bled.
B**** betta have my W**** Bread

Blackend Blues Upside The Head

chill breeze martinez

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