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Troy A.D. Video (MV)




Performed By: A Point of Protest
Language: English
Length: 4:54
Written by: Bart Vernimmen




A Point of Protest - Troy A.D. Lyrics




You have lynched another one of God's sons
After a trial flawed with unanswered questions
You continue this path
Push things further
But out in the street they call it murder
The only certainty was doubt, ongoing doubt
A price to pay and someone to take the fall
For closure, the damage done
No matter innocence and all the clemency calls
They know what they are here for
Wearing their ties like gallows
We know what they are here for
Judge, jury, executioner
Stuck in your mediatized tunnel vision
Witnesses telling what the police pressured them to say
Hearing after hearing, but no one is listening
An uphill battle against a decision that has already been made
"Guilty as charged"

And from this death blossom a strange fruit grows
At the place where history runs deep and cruel
But throughout this land a different wind blows
Voices of outrage after what has been exposed

Oh, Georgia
They don't know what they do
They don't know we could all end like you
They don't know what they do
That if you lose, we all lose
We all lose, we all lose
We all lose, we all lose
Absence of a fair trial puts us all on trial
Our values, our humanity
All on trial
We are all on trial
We are all on trial
A present still dictated by race and by class
By descent and welfare
We are all, we are all on trial
We are all on trial
And incarceration should be trialed
This system only serving a few
You are Troy and I am Troy

The clock is ticking, gates clanging
There is an unspoken wrongness dangling over his head
The biased sound of shackled footsteps
Sending us back in history
If there is any doubt the time to speak has
The time to speak has come
Dead silence
"Let justice be done though the heavens fall"
Watch what you wish for
If those trees could talk they would be singing of sorrow
Of black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
22 Years
11:08
Those southern trees
Bear a bitter crop
For the sun to rot
And for the crows
For the crows to pluck
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You have lynched another one of God's sons
After a trial flawed with unanswered questions
You continue this path
Push things further
But out in the street they call it murder
The only certainty was doubt, ongoing doubt
A price to pay and someone to take the fall
For closure, the damage done
No matter innocence and all the clemency calls
They know what they are here for
Wearing their ties like gallows
We know what they are here for
Judge, jury, executioner
Stuck in your mediatized tunnel vision
Witnesses telling what the police pressured them to say
Hearing after hearing, but no one is listening
An uphill battle against a decision that has already been made
"Guilty as charged"

And from this death blossom a strange fruit grows
At the place where history runs deep and cruel
But throughout this land a different wind blows
Voices of outrage after what has been exposed

Oh, Georgia
They don't know what they do
They don't know we could all end like you
They don't know what they do
That if you lose, we all lose
We all lose, we all lose
We all lose, we all lose
Absence of a fair trial puts us all on trial
Our values, our humanity
All on trial
We are all on trial
We are all on trial
A present still dictated by race and by class
By descent and welfare
We are all, we are all on trial
We are all on trial
And incarceration should be trialed
This system only serving a few
You are Troy and I am Troy

The clock is ticking, gates clanging
There is an unspoken wrongness dangling over his head
The biased sound of shackled footsteps
Sending us back in history
If there is any doubt the time to speak has
The time to speak has come
Dead silence
"Let justice be done though the heavens fall"
Watch what you wish for
If those trees could talk they would be singing of sorrow
Of black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
22 Years
11:08
Those southern trees
Bear a bitter crop
For the sun to rot
And for the crows
For the crows to pluck
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Writer: Bart Vernimmen
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