Hook:
It tastes like survival
A little blood in the mouth
A little salt on the wounds
Wearing cool as a crown.
Maybe
Maybe we can fall in love
Maybe
Maybe we can fall in love
1st verse:
With the narrative of who we are, The man in the mirror reflecting that image of God
Who’s, got a complex to cure but cant find where to start, trying to model that depiction of a a real nigga
Says its only natural to do cuz his pigment is dark. A self sabotaging thought if we pick it apart
There’s an acceptance of a philosophical flaw, rappers tasked with depicting what black is on behalf of us all.
Funny, but not like “Hawty haw haw” more like a monolithic applause to a cognitive scar
We’re like gymnasts how we flip it, flip a sample , flip a key, flip that “N” word and channel that negative energy “Got cha”
And all it takes to open up them chakras was to memorize so lyrics and identify as black in spirit
Admit it it’s wack isn’t but its true. They like forget them 40acres ya’ all monopolizing cool, keep it.
Hook:
2nd Verse:
To clap for or clap at? That is the question. They make suggestions
If you look to be aggressive or are unwilling to tap dance. Or irreverent for what the flag stands , Backlash
Whipping pole backlash, nigga know your place. We’re talking higher learning. Observe what they’ve been serving on our plates.
Toxic ideologies embraced now the world has a taste for a flavor they have pinned on our race.
Hood? Neighbors been erased. Now the climate they produced for the space we inhabit is the base
Off the culture they co-create, so they generating wealth off of slavery to date.
See how these evil seeds sprout where our people is, believing being positive’s that White people ish
I believe that we ain’t gotta take the scraps too busy trapping to see how we been trapped, demand our humanity back.
Hook
credits
from Speak Your Truth,
released July 14, 2020
Taste Like
Feat. Ozay Moore
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Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell