Project Mayhem by WIN_BX Lyrics
[Verse]
You ain’t looking for truth. (mmm-mmm-mmm)
You’re looking for absolution. (we nuh have that)
Paved roads of gold, milk, and honey
You want that fairy tale ending
Don’t you?
Well, this road ain’t for you. (no no no)
This journey is made for the bold of heart. (and you ain’t ‘bout that)
The ones that know that that tap dance
For show, was not what we meant by
“The revolution will be televised.” (I have a dream)
That slight of hand you playin
Is the real black magic
Castin darkness over our eyes. (I can’t see)
Deadly when mixed with the words you used
To curse our very existence. (I can’t breathe)
They’ve been coming for our head top
You can check the bedrock in our foundation. (peep the levels)
We hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal
Unless their skin is darker
Than the dirt roads that I walk upon
If their hair is thicker than in-between
The lines that I write to define they freedom
Let these ropes and bullets teach him his lesson of inequity
Before God almighty Himself. (message)
I know it’s unbelievable like Wonderland
But follow these words
And I’ll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. (damn, Gina)
I’m sorry. (I’m not)
Is this reality I’m painting too traumatic for your delicate eyes? (oh well)
Does my everyday struggle make you feel a little bit uncomfortable? (eat a dick)
Do the words that I stitch into the very fabric of your mind
Contradict the ones that have you blind? You’re welcome
Last favor I’ma do fuh yo sorry ass. (you’s a bitch)
The People have spoken, and we are done
We are tired of contributing to a system
That denies us our humanity and rights
We are tired of being your symbol of death
Weakness, and fear
We are tired of your lies and omissions
As Black bodies hang with no regard
To this little light of mine. (what a strange fruit indeed)
What happens when you attempt to press a lion’s back against the wall?
He must show you why he is the king of the jungle
This is not a declaration of anarchy
This is a promise. (I promise)
A promise that we will no longer accept the chains at our wrists
And the whips at our back. (I promise)
A promise we will no longer accept the scraps at your table
But would rather build a table of our own. (I promise)
The sins of the oppressor will no longer be used to keep us below heel. (I promise)
The power of the People will prevail
We are light
We are love
Black is beautiful
Welcome to Project May…
You ain’t looking for truth. (mmm-mmm-mmm)
You’re looking for absolution. (we nuh have that)
Paved roads of gold, milk, and honey
You want that fairy tale ending
Don’t you?
Well, this road ain’t for you. (no no no)
This journey is made for the bold of heart. (and you ain’t ‘bout that)
The ones that know that that tap dance
For show, was not what we meant by
“The revolution will be televised.” (I have a dream)
That slight of hand you playin
Is the real black magic
Castin darkness over our eyes. (I can’t see)
Deadly when mixed with the words you used
To curse our very existence. (I can’t breathe)
They’ve been coming for our head top
You can check the bedrock in our foundation. (peep the levels)
We hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal
Unless their skin is darker
Than the dirt roads that I walk upon
If their hair is thicker than in-between
The lines that I write to define they freedom
Let these ropes and bullets teach him his lesson of inequity
Before God almighty Himself. (message)
I know it’s unbelievable like Wonderland
But follow these words
And I’ll show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. (damn, Gina)
I’m sorry. (I’m not)
Is this reality I’m painting too traumatic for your delicate eyes? (oh well)
Does my everyday struggle make you feel a little bit uncomfortable? (eat a dick)
Do the words that I stitch into the very fabric of your mind
Contradict the ones that have you blind? You’re welcome
Last favor I’ma do fuh yo sorry ass. (you’s a bitch)
The People have spoken, and we are done
We are tired of contributing to a system
That denies us our humanity and rights
We are tired of being your symbol of death
Weakness, and fear
We are tired of your lies and omissions
As Black bodies hang with no regard
To this little light of mine. (what a strange fruit indeed)
What happens when you attempt to press a lion’s back against the wall?
He must show you why he is the king of the jungle
This is not a declaration of anarchy
This is a promise. (I promise)
A promise that we will no longer accept the chains at our wrists
And the whips at our back. (I promise)
A promise we will no longer accept the scraps at your table
But would rather build a table of our own. (I promise)
The sins of the oppressor will no longer be used to keep us below heel. (I promise)
The power of the People will prevail
We are light
We are love
Black is beautiful
Welcome to Project May…