Ice cream flavored with the blood of slaves
The president invited white America to the cookout
Aye we gon need some emancipation napkins
It's about to get messy up in here
It's the freedom for me
Haha
Sweet nappy headed Jesus
What in the caucasity is goin on
Oh Lord
I don't want no manufactured
And packaged up Juneteenth
I think I liked it better
When no one knew what it means
I think I liked it better
When it was black as the sea
Atlantic specifically
A million Africans deep
Go tell the president
We never will be appeased
What's a freedom celebration
To a penitentiary
Wigga please your legacy
Is prisons and police
We praying every day we ain't murdered for being free
The cross and the lynching tree
Cone with the theology
I know that my God is rolling
With only of the least of these
Crucify us like Jesus my people is godly
Every morning is Easter we rising up indeed
Slow and low
Slow and low
You wanna do it right
You start it the night before
Slow and low
Slow and low
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
Put them collards on simmer
Them ribs on embers
I'm cooking up something to remember
I gather all the chirren
And tell em how we're delivered
I gather all the chirren
And tell em how we deliver
Don't wade up in the water
Just because the river's clearer
The healing is in the mud
The miracle in the sludge
Emmanuel is with us
Wherever our people was
Emmanuel is with
Wherever our people go
We step with a different stroll
We blessing all of our foes
We yes on the Devil's no
We press wit a stubborn hope
Funky and flavorful
This freedom's forever bold
There ain't no way to cheat it
You better get comfortable
Slow and low
Slow and low
You wanna do it right
You start it the night before
Slow and low
Slow and low
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
Slow and low
Slow and low
You wanna do it right
You start it the night before
Slow and low
Slow and low
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
Slow and low
Slow and low
You wanna do it right
Start four hundred years ago
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
The salt won't help
If you ain't got soul
We should all agree
The answer is not
To defund the police
It's to fund the police
Fund them
Fund them