KBGK - Moor Mother

Black Quantum Futurism

Transgender VHS

We are out here, let’s go

We livin in bliss

Talking cockroaches utopian piss survivals with no conscious

In a burning church with four girls with fresh curls

Goin to see Emmett Till out his casket

Beaten to death with a hatchet

For whistlin at white girls

Blood swells we just dyin

Tell Hollywood to keep the flies flyin

No use for crying

They (?) dyin

And everything’s for sale

Even your swag and your public housing

Chain gangs and penitentiaries now

The killings of the unjust

Go crush, get your feelings rushed to holy hold up

They shoutin 'Souls up'

2 for 5 who’s movin out this bitch alive

Ye ye ye

The friar cried out

Before they’re all together loud

And the guns and the machetes out

And the white academics to write about

And the Uncle Toms to hashtag and blog about

Wouldn’t lie about

I ain’t bout no business

No corporate friendships

This my grand bitch we dyin

Why you cheerleadin on the sidelines

Paper cup at the pipeline

It’s go time

What you waitin for?

For them to lynch our naked body live on Channel 4

Burn the live remains left on the dance floor?

They still turnin up

Cause it’s a lituation

Hands up, don’t shoot

That your occupation

Kill black girl kill

That’s my dissertation

And if you can’t drop a bomb

On they plantation

Just get em hey

This one for my newborn son

Cherrie and Mary and James Baldwin

Dedicated to all my black and brown boys

You heard me?