'Rica (feat. Radio B)

I saw you standing at the crossroads With the archtop And those hardened eyes Looking out for the next little town Now set it on fire Petty crackers making faces Glaring at your greatness Pay them no mind 'Rica, you're mine Little tins in the kitchen Only half-filled from the ration line No sugar, no butter, I mutter You pull me outside Saying that with every peach That we eat from the victory garden One more Nazi dies 'Rica, you're mine I saw you dropping beads From the Bourbon Orleans Singing, I will make you love I will make you love me With just one, just one I will make you love I will make you love me With just one kiss Molotovs on the East Lawn 'Rica, hold on Cuz they breached the line Beat a soldier With the flag he swore an oath to And streamed it online Petty crackers on the dais And the highest places Pay them no mind 'Rica, you're mine Eating peaches in the deep South We turn out But the heat is high And law and order Won't allow us water While standing in line Petty crackers on the dais And high places Where they have been all this time 'Rica, you're mine I will make you love I will make you love me With just one, just one I will make you love I will make you love me With just one, just one I will make you love I will make you love me I will make you love I will make you love me I will make you love I will make you love me With just one kiss But is that all there is? I want to say you're mine Same time don't want to claim you For everything that's known That famed you, it done stained you We gotta carry around this façade Just to maintain you My people only here to workhorse And entertain you It's plain you keep the best parts Of this for yourself You're parceling out the wealth Still profiting off the welts Off our back, living fat Off the Henriettas we lack Steady sucking us dry We steady paying your tax I understand that you hate that I'm Black I'm also wise enough to know that The truth is, you hate that you're not Sorry to spit in the face of your plot But as I jot, I'd be remiss If I didn't tell you I know why I exist And through all this bullshit, we persist Yet through every altercation With the cops that you said I resist I think I'm tired of raising my fist I think I'm done with the march Matter of fact, I think I'll pass on the kiss We always end up at the crossroads Fault lines in our compromise And we break in the same old tribes And wage this same old fight But yo 'Rica you're mine