Three Cord Bond Lyrics - Crimson Cord - Propaganda

Huh 

And I watched them covet our style, our confidence, natural rhythm 

Our terms of endearment, but not our struggle 

And them products of the ghetto, what poverty can produce 

And oddly enough, we giggled when you mimicked us, sweet revenge 

Homies not stupid can tell the difference between 

Admiration and mockery, please 

So we protected our music because truthfully 

We thought it was all we had 

And watched y'all make a killing off it, hip hop to jazz 

Elvis, to Fats, Domino, Patra to Gwen Stefani 

And the fact them names are foreign that's just what I'm pointing to 

You imitated Jamaicans, attempted to grow dreads and 

Commodified reggae, that's Marley's face on everything 

Your children uses faith as an excuse to smoke weed 

So we grew angry unaware of God's plan for rescue 

But we ain't know better, got a flawed version of personhood 

Identifying only by being victims of oppression 

A true story 

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And I watched them covet your camaraderie, your sense of family 

Your food and work ethic, but not your struggle 

And we were jealous you had a homeland, a native tongue 

And your parents spoke in it, we were just the offspring of the broken 

Hopeless, so we all learn Swahili as if we knew we were from that region 

Silly, we know, but what you supposed to do when all you know 

Your closest cultural customs are similar to your captors? 

Huh, pastor? 

Easier to blame them economic woes on 

Filth filtering through our borders 

Immigrant job hoarders 

We should all just deport them all on one bus 

It's stupid us, broad brush 

We thought you were all Mexican, it's dumb, I know 

I'm sorry, it's embarrassing, forgive us, we were jealous 

We ain't know better, selfish, angry, prideful 

We'll even lynch and fight over the same piece of mud pie 

Cómo se dice? Lo siento mucho. Por favor 

We all need grace much more 

That's a true story 

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And we coveted your privilege, your generational wealth 

Your unquestioned personhood, but not your struggle 

And we felt it wasn't fair, we wanted your options 

Your grasp on proper doctrines and literature, it's silly huh? 

Your American dream, apple pie, worked for you 

So we worked for you 

You made it seem so easy - grit your teeth, you could succeed too 

We ain't know your story, shoot we thought white was white 

Not Irish or Celtic, or the Bolshevik plight 

Or the pain of bearing stains inherited 

You said you wasn't there, it ain't fair 

You wouldn't dare, but we ain't care 

But we ain't know better, you told us you struggle too - 

Rednecks and trailer parks, me and you are cool 

I hurt like you 

But that was fire for the fuel that boiled into them riots 

Y'all was so confused and truthfully so were we 

But now we understand we suffered the same stain 

We gain from a shared ancestor, we all descend from Adam's sin 

Riddles every inch of us, but now we see clearly 

That Crimson Cord is one rope made from many strands 

And each its own color, but now it clearly stands 

Dyed the color red from our Savior's blood shed 

And a rope finds its strength from multiple lines wrapped 

Around each other until they're all perfectly intertwined 

So let's just call it even and walk through life knowing 

That a Three Cord Bond is not easily broken