Hajime Hotta, Kyori the Okapi - State of Our Union Lyrics

One question, and then we can move on
Before you level city blocks with those racists bombs
Before rubber bullets mow down us “Angry Mobs”
Kids in cages cry “Donde Estas mama”
Can I at least speak before you cut my mic off please
Cause I’m watching brothers lying on the streets, they bleed
Bullets holes in their backs, necks broken by knees
They’re pressed firmly down until we no longer breathe
I watched them, daily,
I’m thinking one day, maybe
I’ll end up on TV screaming “Mama, save me
Mr. Backlash done slayed me”
It’ll be a closed casket for mama’s lil baby
But hold up my bad, I‘m here with a question
Correction, it’s a statement for reflection
A long-winded diatribe, slightly passive-aggressive
No room for imagination, so nothing suggestive
What do you think is the state of the union
The fate that befalls the state of our union
Are you hearing the calls from each state of this union
They’re crying for changes to the state of their union
So put your knee on my neck, but I’m a keep kicking
Bean bag in my chest, but my heart keep beating
Tear gas you shot off got my ears still ringing
But it’s for the revolution and the names that we’re hearing
We see on the news the white men in suits
With fear mongering news about Muslims and Jews
Brown people down south moving up in their pacts
Bringing drugs and guns and bombs strapped to their backs
They shout in strained voices, their faces far redder
Then the red on the flag pins pinned to their sweater
Screaming “go back to your country”, bitch I’m already here
Backing my siblings of color when you keep spreading the fear
There ain’t no model minorities, just majority scapegoats
When one goes through a struggle, we all gotta take notes
From the beginning of time to the end of this class
We ain't been learning a lesson just how you’re killin our ass
Cause for centuries, you preached to love yourself
Love thy neighbor just how you love yourself
And when they looked like you, you really loved yourself
But now those bodies are colored, so it’s go fuck yourselves

One question, and then we can move on
Before you level city blocks with those racists bombs
Before rubber bullets mow down us “Angry Mobs”
Kids in cages cry “Donde Estas mama”
Can I at least speak before you cut my mic off please
Cause I’m watching brothers lying on the streets, they bleed
Bullets holes in their backs, necks broken by knees
They’re pressed firmly down until we no longer breathe
I watched them, daily,
I’m thinking one day, maybe
I’ll end up on TV screaming “Mama, save me
Mr. Backlash done slayed me”
It’ll be a closed casket for mama’s lil baby
But hold up my bad, I‘m here with a question
Correction, it’s a statement for reflection
A long-winded diatribe, slightly passive-aggressive
No room for imagination, so nothing suggestive
What do you think is the state of the union
The fate that befalls the state of our union
Are you hearing the calls from each state of this union
They’re crying for changes to the state of their union
So put your knee on my neck, but I’m a keep kicking
Bean bag in my chest, but my heart keep beating
Tear gas you shot off got my ears still ringing
But it’s for the revolution and the names that we’re hearing
We see on the news the white men in suits
With fear mongering news about Muslims and Jews
Brown people down south moving up in their pacts
Bringing drugs and guns and bombs strapped to their backs
They shout in strained voices, their faces far redder
Then the red on the flag pins pinned to their sweater
Screaming “go back to your country”, bitch I’m already here
Backing my siblings of color when you keep spreading the fear
There ain’t no model minorities, just majority scapegoats
When one goes through a struggle, we all gotta take notes
From the beginning of time to the end of this class
We ain't been learning a lesson just how you’re killin our ass
Cause for centuries, you preached to love yourself
Love thy neighbor just how you love yourself
And when they looked like you, you really loved yourself
But now those bodies are colored, so it’s go fuck yourselves