The Count

I've lost count Since 1865 Been out here on our grind How many men have die The Count would Lose count Of all the tears we've cried Just tryna stay alive But ain't no way I'm not gone fight, no How many strange fruit gone hang Before we cut down the vines Been hanging so long Starting to turn into wine Fermenting got the system drunk Off the blood we provide Talking bad apples When the soils filled up with pesticides How many dead end jobs we gotta work Before they finally pay up They still building plantation house with are labor Using paper manilas To buy us out and enslave us And we just take it And keep push just like mothers in labor How many times we gone pray For a god to save us Been 400 years and he still ain't showed up How many pastors private jets Are we gone fill up For we realize god helps justify The spilling of blood And tell me How many times We gone scream out black lives Matter for we realize A slogan just ain't gone suffice Like we gone say it loud enough A system that been killing us By design suddenly gone change up That's dumb as f*ck How many times a black momma gotta grieve Before we see Saying no justice no peace Don't keep bodies out at streets Needing justice mean Another brother is deceased By some cracker who need backup Cause he knocking at the knees How many times we gonna tear down people Cause they disagree Not on actions but on tactics When we on the same team Gone end up like Chuck and never get a ring Focused on petty differences Rather than what the mission is How many times before we not so selfish We don't understand them But they should understand us Can't give directions without knowing Where they coming from And we wonder why where we planned Ain't where we ending up How many times Even the Count would lose count Shit looking at his skin He probably be on the ground Counting down his last seconds Desperately screaming out Then it repeats like her never made a sound How many times Since 1865 Been out here on our grind how many men have die The Count would Lose count Of all the tears we've cried Just tryna stay alive But ain't no way I'm not gone fight, no I've lost count Since 1865 Been out here on our grind How many men have die The Count would Lose count Of all the tears we've cried Just tryna stay alive But ain't no way I'm not gone fight, no