is a powerful trap-soul and gospel-rap fusion that confronts the dark truth of American history from the violence of the KKK to systemic racism in law enforcement. Told from the perspective of those responsible, this song is a haunting confession,
Band man on the beats
My style emanates from the youth. I like to mix up tempos and merge genres. When I go into a session, I never really know what Im going to make. The vibes change. I have to live life to make music, so I assess whats going on in my life before I make anything. Do I want to make peaceful, serene music? Do I want to make something more lively and chaotic? I think I have the ability to make any kind of track I want, so I like to use that to my advantage
Story behind the song
Past and current racism
Lyrics
Hook Autotuned Melody, Soulful Delivery]
We confess our sins to the sky
Names of the lost we can't deny
Smoke in the air, truth on the wind
Now we ask... should we turn ourselves in?
Blood on the land, we can't pretend
Hurt in the soil, it never ends
Tired of runnin', tired of the spin
So now we ask... should we turn ourselves in?
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[Verse 1 Confession of Killings, Names and Faces]
We took Emmett Till for lookin' wrong
Dragged him out, beat him all night long
Medgar Evers shot at his front door
Told our kids, "Thats what Black prides for"
Four little girls in Birmingham
Blew the church with a bomb in hand
We hit Freedom Riders on the roads
Left bodies buried in ditches cold
We took Malcolm, said we werent near
But we watched them plot it, year to year
We threatened MLK, tapped his line
Then left him bleedin with a "clean" crime
Trayvon gone, but not by robe
Still fed the flame that we once stoked
And George Floyd, we watched that tape
Knee on his neck we shared the weight
Breonna Taylor, midnight raid
Our tactics in blue still get replayed
Sandra Bland, Tamir too young
This aint past tense the war aint done
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[Hook Repeat with Harmony]
We confess our sins to the sky
Names of the lost we can't deny
Smoke in the air, truth on the wind
Now we ask... should we turn ourselves in?
Blood on the land, we can't pretend
Hurt in the soil, it never ends
Tired of runnin', tired of the spin
So now we ask... should we turn ourselves in?
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[Verse 2 Domestic Terrorism, Hidden Hands]
Tulsa burned, we lit the flame
Airstrikes on Black Wall Streets name
Rosewood silenced, no one came
Just ashes left we killed the frame
Churches bombed, homes set ablaze
Crosses planted to block their praise
We left notes, called it Gods plan
But it was fear stitched in white man hands
We wore robes, then joined the force
Shed the hood, still stayed the course
Set up raids, planted dope
Watched Black fathers hang from rope
COINTELPRO fed us names
We fed them death and took no blame
Put crack in blocks, then made the laws
Jailed a generation just because
No remorse, just sealed reports
But history bleeds through every court
So with these chains and blood-soaked skin
We ask the world should we turn ourselves in?
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[Bridge Spoken Word, With Organ Behind It]
We remember:
The screams. The fire. The sirens that never came.
And when they did? They came late.
Or with hoses and handcuffs.
We confess:
The uniforms we wore...
The judges we owned
The secrets we kept.
And the graves we never marked.
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[Final Hook Gospel Choir Harmony]
We confess our sins to the sky
Names of the lost we can't deny
Smoke in the air, truth on the wind
Now we ask... should we turn ourselves in?
Blood on the land, we can't pretend
Hurt in the soil, it never ends
Tired of runnin', tired of the spin
So now we ask... should we turn ourselves in?
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[Outro Haunting Vocal Fade]
For Tulsa for Emmett for Sandra for George
For Malcolm for Trayvon for truth we ignored
We confess we were the sin
And now we ask should we turn ourselves in?
