We're Building Something New Songtext
von Loraine James
We're Building Something New Songtext
Iceboy Violet, Loraine James
RIP to all victims of police violence
Abolish the police
Dancing unstable under the abandoned scaffold of Babel
We had eight at the table, breaking bread and cable ties
No hard hats, acting fatal, all them stories felt like fables
Lost in the night, sharing building supplies
With a joke and a sigh, small talk ′round smaller fires
Flames fanned by distant cries, what's mine is yours
What′s yours is mine, only got hope and pain
And the rope at change stuck to my thigh
Tongue soaked in rage and wine
Tryna paint the sky blue or black as morning rise
Been here, ten toes, can't lend you those, got holes in my both shoes
Don't need to read the news, one million views of black bodies bruised
And you′re acting so confused
The seeds they sowed bare strange fruit
They tryna bleed us for that juice
Tryna bleed us for this juice
RIP to all victims of police violence
They bleed us for that juice
Sweeter now with the sweetest sound
No saving a wretch like you
We bop, we flex, we groove
Look so smooth as we′re making it through
Patience worn like golden tooth
Defiant laughter soothe the wounds
Tear down their statues, break their rules
Never learnt our history in school
I live it, wear it, hand it down
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
But we won't ever keep ′em bowed
Trade an eye for the calm in the eye of the storm
Know my siblings standing tall
Hope my siblings feel the warmth
Minnesota's burning, Bristol′s raw
Manchester's sore, world heard the call
Deserve our forty acres, want ′em all
To plant our seeds and deep our roots
Ripened words for the sake of the youth
The seeds we sow bare beautiful fruit
We're building something
We're building something new
We′re building something new
We′re building something new
Keep fighting
Dancing grateful under the abandoned scaffold of babel
We had 15 thou' at the table, breaking bread and cable ties
No more rest if feels so fatal till those war stories feel like fables
Told in the night, joke and a sigh sharing building supplies
′Til we touch the sky
'Til we touch the sky
′Til we touch the sky
'Til we touch the sky
′Til we touch the sky, ah, yeah
RIP to all victims of police violence
Abolish the police
Dancing unstable under the abandoned scaffold of Babel
We had eight at the table, breaking bread and cable ties
No hard hats, acting fatal, all them stories felt like fables
Lost in the night, sharing building supplies
With a joke and a sigh, small talk ′round smaller fires
Flames fanned by distant cries, what's mine is yours
What′s yours is mine, only got hope and pain
And the rope at change stuck to my thigh
Tongue soaked in rage and wine
Tryna paint the sky blue or black as morning rise
Been here, ten toes, can't lend you those, got holes in my both shoes
Don't need to read the news, one million views of black bodies bruised
And you′re acting so confused
The seeds they sowed bare strange fruit
They tryna bleed us for that juice
Tryna bleed us for this juice
RIP to all victims of police violence
They bleed us for that juice
Sweeter now with the sweetest sound
No saving a wretch like you
We bop, we flex, we groove
Look so smooth as we′re making it through
Patience worn like golden tooth
Defiant laughter soothe the wounds
Tear down their statues, break their rules
Never learnt our history in school
I live it, wear it, hand it down
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
But we won't ever keep ′em bowed
Trade an eye for the calm in the eye of the storm
Know my siblings standing tall
Hope my siblings feel the warmth
Minnesota's burning, Bristol′s raw
Manchester's sore, world heard the call
Deserve our forty acres, want ′em all
To plant our seeds and deep our roots
Ripened words for the sake of the youth
The seeds we sow bare beautiful fruit
We're building something
We're building something new
We′re building something new
We′re building something new
Keep fighting
Dancing grateful under the abandoned scaffold of babel
We had 15 thou' at the table, breaking bread and cable ties
No more rest if feels so fatal till those war stories feel like fables
Told in the night, joke and a sigh sharing building supplies
′Til we touch the sky
'Til we touch the sky
′Til we touch the sky
'Til we touch the sky
′Til we touch the sky, ah, yeah
Writer(s): Loraine James, Lucien Sargent Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
