Entitled from Freeborn EP by Tres Freeborn

They do well to unsee
people like we
living under siege
scorned
I can’t live on my knees
My speech on the breeze
my stories don’t leave
home
The fortunate sons
they hide from the sun
deceived with false claims of property
magic secrecy
and trickery
the only small axe for community


I’m entitled more than this life inside
some talking heads lie
It’s not black and white
can I reply
I’d tell my life
but I aint got not mic
they can hear

I’m entitled more than this life inside
some talking heads lie
my one desire
to tell my side
before I die
but I aint got no mic they can hear

There’s no “them” with out us
How come they don’t see
all the memories
torn
Father’s used to be
regarded like we
from lands overseas
worn
When the workers aint run
they stood to the gun
believed we could stand in unity
once we started to bleed
their skin served the need
to trade that stand for security


___

Millions of voices
tryna learn to harmonize
but if you can’t those ties
to old times
you can’t tell allies
from the lies

We need the whole floor
we don’t need your heavy eyes
see us as complete human beings
and we all wanna live dignified
and we all just want to survive

____

I just wanna grow can't I?
I just wanna know aint I
worked it to the bone?
What claim they have to own?
Fuck that
I just want a home, can I?
I just wanna know, can I?
Can't just fight alone, can I?
Can I?

• African
• Alternative
• Black Rock
• black punk
• grunge