Rae Peltier - Bloodline (feat. That Peltier Guy) Lyrics

When did skin become a debt at birth?
Why does bloodline determine your worth?
What makes you owe proof just to breathe?
Where's the justice when color deceives?
Are we enough?
Man f*ck that
Walk in the room-eyes cut like blades
Too dark too light-who's countin' shade?
Are we Black enough?
Are we white enough?
Are we brown enough?
Who made anyone judge?
Too light for the dark
Too dark for the pale
Too foreign for the natives
Too homegrown to fail
We love that us versus them shit
Isn't division the real consequence?
Isn't it the colors that make us beautiful
Did we pick our blood?
Did we stitch this flesh?
Did we carve these eyes?
Did we shape these lips?
Isn't everyone just tryin' to exist?
When we speak
When we breathe
When we bleed
When we cry
Aren't we enough for each other?
Is it love or a lie?
I'm not enough for you
You're not enough for me
We're all racist as f*ck
This shit makes me seethe
We're the same
But we swear we aren't
Different faces
Same old hate
Point the fingers
Shift the blame
Cry oppression
Then do the same
They say I'm not Black
So don't claim that pain
They say I'm not white
So don't claim that stain
They say I'm not red
But my roots run deep
Like blood isn't mixed
But the past still speaks
Why is history still in the wounds we bleed!
Same hate Same chains Same war Same names Same past New rage Same spark Same flames Same wounds Fresh cut Same loss No gains Same bars Same cuffs Still stuck Same cage No land No peace Just graves No names No skin No blood Isn't clean All stained
Didn't pick my name
Didn't pick my skin
Didn't pick what they break
Didn't pick who wins
Didn't pick who they love
Didn't pick who they hate
Didn't make the rules
Or the lives they face
And we still count the score?
When we speak
When we breathe
When we bleed
When we cry
Aren't we enough for each other?
Is it love or a lie?
I'm not enough for you
You're not enough for me
We're all racist as f*ck
This shit makes me seethe
You think God gives a damn
'Bout your pigment?
Or does He burn through the mask
See your imprint?
Will He weigh the blood
Or the blade?
Will He call you back
Or turn away?
Racism isn't a them thing
It's a you thing
It's a me thing
And it won't stop
...till we bury the hate
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