Go Tell 'Em - Victor Kwesi Mensah

Go tell em, go tell em

Go tell em, go tell em

Go tell em, go tell em

Go tell em, I’m gon' tell what they don’t tell 'em

We been under water since they threw us in the boat

Sellin cotton pickin' blues

Rock and roll, real role builders

Serving white America before we was dope dealing

Brick laid the birth of a nation, it’s the Roc

White house, black man, plantation, it’s Barack

But we still can’t cross the street

Without the cops trynna Zimmerman us while the whole neighborhood watch

They chained us to the auction block but now we changin' the locks

'Cause even Bill O’Reilly daughter out here drinkin' Ciroc

Now that’s what I call the 21st Century Fox

Where Megyn Kelly try to tell me Santa’s white

It’s in town

Murder us right?

I just remember rap stars the new Bach

I pull strings like the orchestra, shut down your corporate

Nat Turner

Run up in the doors to your Nordstrom with a hundred niggas ready

And a hundred thousand more for ya

I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man

I feel the blood my momma fought for

See the scars on her hand

Oh tell me there ain’t no looking back now

Oh lord, as far as I ran

So take these chains or give me death

Either way we coming again

Go tell em, go tell em

Go tell em, go tell em

Go tell em, go tell em

Stripped from the family

Ripped from reality

Belly of the beast to the grips of the tragedy

Couldn’t touch my soul so they whipped my anatomy

I re-wrote the script when they thought they had mastered me

Now I’m counting up the casualties

Mounting up the calvary

Riding with a master piece

Shotgun shells show you God when they blast for me

Running like a wolf when they send the dogs after me

Fighting for my freedom, yes I had the audacity

Hangin' from the trees, black blood on the leaves

Jumping overboard, black bodies in the sea

I die on my feet 'fore I live on my knees

So you know I’m not begging if I say «Nigga please»

I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man

I feel the blood my momma fought for

See the scars on her hand

Oh tell me it ain’t no looking back now

Oh lord as far as I ran

So take these chains or give me death

Either way we coming again