Beaten down by what has been
and scared of what is come.
Beautiful motherhood was the plan,
but my backstabbers dream traps
Have me singled out for the end
As if I was a spokeswoman
and their lack of civility
But they’re trying to cut short
Because here it’s alright
When a person makes others suffer
For resource, pride or a dollar at stake.
and the violence stays silent
When the target dies unseen
Because the power lacks the will
to tell the truth about me
Maybe your plates too full or
You think the battles been won.
But let me tell you children
if you believe this was ever the land of the free
at the root of the problem.
Maybe it is if you’re worshipping on sabbath day,
prayin to an evil angelical god,
Or making martyr of the t or q,
But what’s free about it when I can’t get a job
cause the questions they ask
aren’t about skills and what I can do
But their binary fears ‘bout
Or which motherfuckin toilet I use.
A woman in this land ain’t allowed be irate!
And Suits say we should be grateful
for our new seat at the table
if we want space in this place
So we took it all down in the plague.
Noted the weak links, half hearted walls
and dire lack of foundation under
Their blood soaked floors
Now we build a new machine
One without the secret access door
The the men have used to keep
Us beaten, shackled and on that floor
And do it with a quickness!
Because the fear and the wrath
of the ratings fam is relentless.
And they’re gonna get real violent
When they can affect us no more
because even through the hate
in their self-righteous cabal
they can see that the change
I caught that shit and been tryin ta run with it.
But the mutherfuckers just pulled their last desperate play out they ass..
and made a twist cross of our cause.
Just cause they’re afraid
They’re just afraid their people might want
