James Crow - Battlefield Park Lyrics

Eyes low, palms high
Can't you hear that blood cry
Father, do not deny
Dem demons dare discount
The diety in I
I will never bow to idols that dem deify
Demanding my faith
Let me keep it in supply
Watchful eye on ally
Them out to suppress I
Judge tree by the fruit
They been strange from the root
The ass and elephant
Done been in cahoots
But just as sure as my veins
Does the black blood bubble
I was born in the struggle
Struggle build muscle
Muscle swing the hammer
Make the empire crumble
Free the land of this Jafrican jungle
Feed the hungry, heal the sick
Give strength to the frail
For them that corrupt the path to heaven
Give em hell
Should I have to send slugs
Let me not waste a shell
And no, I won't toll em twice, Lord
Rebel

Just keep that freedom in the margins
Stay in line, be it hashtags or marches
Petty arguin with FOX correspondents
Yeah you shut em down but who's the sponsors
Words stay undaunted
Targets on my son
Keep ya aim whether goals or the gun
See we shall overcome
Them Black life matter
If it matters just to one
Tell em shout, scream, swarm
Still I pray that they armed
Feel that metal in my palm
While I'm bulleting these psalms
Extended arms paid the price for these wrongs
Sing a song
Sing a song
Inshallah
Lord I survive this war
Bless the fight of the poor
This the quiet for the storm
The riot that wake the dawn
Grant me with that perfect form
Should my eyes not see the morn
Leave my enemies torn
Every weapon that they form
Shall fail
Backed the righteous in the corner
So we shall Rebel