VIDEO: Blood On The Leaves Remix - Jasiri X

oh YES! Free Download at http://jasirix.bandcamp.com/ Follow Jasiri X https://twitter.com/jasiri_x LYRICS Only white life is protected in America Every Black life is rejected till they bury ya 1000 Blacks killed it's expected the more the merrier 1 white child gets murdered it's mass hysteria 2 white kids killed that's way beyond the limits 3 white kids killed now that's a damn epidemic The President on tv crying and looking tore up 500 Blacks die we dont even expect him to show up You know what if you know us what's sad but so true to Is we probably hate Black people more than you do Racists taught the basis if hatred was our faces We take gages and spray it attempting to erases it Blood on the pavement no saving no statements no detainment no arraignment no ability to change it In death we become famous Our portraits are painted with no gallerys to hang em So t-shirts are created But after 3 washes those images get faded Now we need a new plantiff whose death was so flagrant To become our new favorite And distract from the fact we in gally of a slave ship getting beat by the same whip No matter how you frame it Nigga is such powerful word in any language now let me explain it Cause everybody saying it has helped to make us aimless living with anguish and Black Death painless Internalized hatred once murdered we lie naked then evolved into unsolved cases We revolve into steel wall cages and languish until ancient Then released into the matrix as unqualified vagrants Sidewalks stained by what remains of the nameless Forever tainted by the veins which sprayed it until they fainted There's nothing more dangerous Than the life of a young Black male the scales weighted our murder's premeditated Imagine a forth grade kid taking a test And on the outcome they base an arrest Young man can you out run the faces of death race with a tec They tightening the rope till it's breaking ya neck We got so many Trayvons we need God to give us a groupon One day after the verdict we still getting our shoot on Rappers still promoting Black death getting they loot on Corporations got em enslaved it's just a new form A Black woman's holding her to a Black boy a new born Who's gonna look him dead in his eye and tell him his hues wrong Hold still little man let America put this noose on And hang you from the highest tree branch another youth gone