DENVERFICATION, KILLARADO (prod. Daiba) Songtext
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Walking past poplar trees, blood on the leaves

Denver hides the past, a pauper asks for money please
Evans was a genocider, so was Chivington
Studies saying Creek propaganda′s what we're living in
They killed the Apaches and sell their tears in gift shops
We name our weapons after them, watch the irony crisscross
If so-called Denver′s a homeless ban
But really it's occupied Cheyenne or Arapaho land

Staring in the mirror, do I see a settler or an artist?
A long pause, 3 AM questions are the hardest
Those afraid to speak colonize with their silence
I'm looking for liberation, a closed mouth is violence
This isn′t philosophy, this is a rhyme that I wrote
Real like holding tears back is a knife in your throat
These words kill fascists, these syllables a lifeboat
This isn′t a suicide letter, it's a life note


Wrote this for the sad nights when Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land, this map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, and bottles
Denverfication, Killerado
Wrote this for the sad nights when Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land, that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, and bottles
Denverfication, Killerado

Thinking how many bones are under me as I walk down Federal
Capital gentrifies, their homes are edible

Waiting on the 31, breathing in the radon
Rocky Flats ghosts, glow in the dark seance
The military′s recruiting in between school shootings
Columbine's you uprooting for methane polluting
The guard used machine guns on children in Ludlow
From Lafayette to Pueblo, I′m drowning in blood though
Denver in the 20s, your heart was vacant then
You were ran by the Klan, your mayor was Stapleton
Morley was the governor, the sheriffs were Klansmen

So was the police chief, his name was Candlish
You're trying to paint over the past but there′s blood on your canvas
There's blood in your espresso and your rent is outlandish
These words kill fascists, these syllables a lifeboat
This isn't a suicide letter, it′s a life note


Wrote this for the sad nights when Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land, this map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, and bottles
Denverfication, Killerado
Wrote this for the sad nights when Denver had bad vibes
They stole this land, that map is a lie
This city will kill you with rent, pills, and bottles
Denverfication, Killerado

This is for Preston Porter Jr., who was killed in 1900
In Limon, Colorado, lynched by white terrorists
And burned at the stake
Rest in peace