I've heard twenty years ago, you could pay
to get into the cinema with bullets.
♪ A restlessness took hold my brain a'
♪ And questions I could not hold back X
♪ An orange monkey all in chains I'
♪ Honour bleak on even track 4'
♪ Tell me that to understand 4'
♪ You must travel back in time I
♪ So I took a plane to foreign lands I
s And began the strange E and distant climb I
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Kabul, Afghanistan.
Toyota, Corolla, Corolla, Toyota, Corolla.
Everyone driving in one direction.
Everyone driving in every direction.
Where to go.
Why?
What to say when I get there?
Open sewage ditches to break your leg in,
or break your head on.
Hard work, they work hard.
The rich are poor, and the poor are rich,
and the rich are poor.
Few women, hidden women,
high heeled women in the rocks and mud.
I think they're a bit like Riders on the Storm,
But in the daytime.
It was a bit of a Steve and Terry.
Hey, slouch, do you know if Jan got any
of the chairs ready yet.
She was buildin' 'em isn't she, remember?
Yeah, got them down.
I think she must have...
If I can ask you just not to sit,
sorry, not to touch, or lean on the glass.
And certainly don't sit on the glass
And if I just make aware that Seamus Murphy,
could be filming from your perspective today, just completely
ignore the designs in there, okay?
And one final thing just to clarify,
they can't see you, they can't hear you, okay?
Great. If everyone would like to follow me.
I wanna keep these settees free,
no bottles of water on show, coffee cups tucked away,
it just looks, startin' to look a bit shabby
from out there, so I just want it like really clean.
I think this is one of the most interesting parts
of the experiment, particularly if we're gonna up the ante.
'Cause you wanted to take it like,
"Oh we're just recording and there are people
there all the time, so you forget about it."
Yeah.
Or you try and make that space useful.
- Yeah. - Sometimes.
Kosovo, 1998, 1999, war.
12,000 dead, 5,977 missing.
1,862 still missing.
Zagorka, she carries two silver keys on her chain,
she smells of the hills of her name.
Its paths are in her forehead, her houses are all empty,
once a day, this is her walk with the keys on the chain.
I would kill them with my own hands
if I knew who was responsible.
A circle that cannot break,
but the wrong kind of circle, she says.
I The woman's old ♪
♪ The woman's old and dressed in black ♪
♪ She keeps her hands ♪
♪ Keeps her hands behind her back ♪
♪ Imagine what ♪
♪ Imagine what her eyes have seen ♪
♪ We ask but she I
♪ We ask but she won't let us in ♪
♪ A key so simple and so small ♪
♪ How can it mean no chance at all ♪
♪ A key, a promise, or a wish ♪
♪ How can it mean such hopelessness ♪
♪ A circle is broken, she says ♪
Made in Yugoslavia.
Oh my Nana had loads of those.
A handmade, rotting wooden ladder,
a corn store, these were country people.
And I'm stepping on their things
in my expensive leather sandals.
Could that be a little fire?
What's that?
Is that for the heat to come up from below?
All that's left from the looting,
strewn in the dust on the floor.
Washington, D.C.
There is a huge, white building, so huge it makes tiny
the people who raise their eyes to look up at it.
100 flags are flying, 90 tourist cameras popping,
20 buses busing, and a white, giant finger pointing
straight up, god it says, god.
Look how you have made us.
See that slit, smacked the shit out someone.
You ready though?
Yeah, I wanna go.
Paun, Paunie, who runs the neighbourhood,
she has her crew, Paunie's rolling dice for dollars,
sitting in the shade on the steps outside the house.
Hey!
Her dog is called Money.
I like girls, girls, music, and money.
That's what make my life happy.
Girls, music, and money.
Paunie says, come to the alley tonight
where the action is.
♪ I'm out here with my guys man, ♪
♪ This is where we do, ♪ ♪ I'm chillin' with my man, yeah, I
♪ I'm chillin' with my crew, ♪
♪ At a table playin' I ♪ cards for a dollar, ♪
♪ Tryin' to stack up a ♪ ♪ 1,000 so I can flip it ♪
♪ when I say flip it, I ♪ I mean go to the mission, ♪
♪ I'm on a mission, ♪ ♪ Nigga I be dippin', ♪
♪ I've been in my spaceship, I
♪ I'm on some spaceship, ♪ ♪ call me an alien. ♪
This is the Southeast, but the kids are making poetry
they don't have to write it down,
they carry it in them, they just let it come out.
Paunie says, "I just try to be who I am".
♪ Shout out to my young nigga, Jeff, ♪
J He take his shirt off, ♪ ♪ and he just lick his lips, J
J He think he cool, J ♪ he think he such a pimp, ♪
♪ My nigga nasty, I ♪ he walkin' with a limp. ♪
People think it's good in Southeast,
y'kn0w, when you hear about D.C., they think of the Capitol,
the Monument, the White House,
but we right here in the grimy, the pot,
the ghetto pot, you know.
Where kids, thirteen, gotta come up strugglin' out here
on the streets, it's just how we live.
It's our culture. Y'kn0w?
Everybody tryna make it out here.
- For the MG, bitch. - For the Money Gang.
Get this shit, for the Money Gang, man.
Ain't shit change, free frog man,
♪ For the Money Gang I
♪ My nigga's off the chain ♪
♪ For the Money Gang I
♪ Ride niggas switchin' lanes ♪
Paunie drinking vodka from a white plastic cup.
Paunie eyeing up a girl, leaning out of a car.
She says, there's nothing I wouldn't do for her.
S Sex, sex, money X
♪ Sex, sex, money, money r
♪ Sex, sex, money 4'
♪ Sex, sex, money, money r
♪ Sex, sex, money, bae 4'
♪ Sex, sex, money, money r
♪ Sex, sex, money 4'
Oh yeah.
Erm... warmth.
Swagger, yes, yeah yeah.
Kay-
♪ The kids, they're I rolling dice for change ♪
♪ Sittin' on the backyard steps ♪
♪ Callin' Money's name ♪
♪ Old guy walkin' to the store ♪
♪ Chewin' on a cocktail stick ♪
♪ Starts to tell us what is what ♪
I He said everything is staged ♪
♪ That's how it is ♪
♪ People are just paid and bought ♪
♪ And I'm tired of it ♪
♪ What you gonna do ♪
♪ To change it I
♪ Everything is staged I
♪ That's what's goin' on I
Mm.
And then chorus two with Tricky,
but at that level.
He said everythin' is changed,
that's how it is, Paul.
People just paid and bought, I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it.
What you gonna do to change it?
Do the next chorus Riders on the Storm
Everythin' is staged, that's how it is,
people are just paid and bought,
and I'm tired of it.
What are you gonna do?
To change it?
It's all about money.
That's what's goin' on.
A man is touching his heart, asking for dollars
on Stonecutter Street in the rain and sleet and mud.
We go up dark, concrete steps
to the third floor of Kabul's Tin Pan Alley.
Here are the tailors and the musicians.
London, London?
London?
Dorset.
South, south.
London!
I can't do that one.
In the night, play.
Oh, I can't play in the evening?
A Tajik man sings his soul at the end of Stonecutter Street.
The blimp takes it all in, beams it back
to grand control in Washington.
Shall I come in second, then you can set the tempo.
Yeah, yeah, okay.
♪ Your path of migration ♪
♪ ls marked upon a map ♪
♪ Lookin' like a tattoo ♪
♪ On a kid's forehead ♪
♪ God sent you ♪
♪ Sent you from your cave ♪
♪ I need your wisdom ♪
♪ If only for a day ♪
♪ What god sent you ♪
♪ Woo hoo ♪
♪ Hunger in their guts ♪
♪ And a taste for vodka ♪
♪ Their friends' faces on their shirts ♪
♪ Last year they killed one ♪
♪ Just for his shoes ♪
♪ What god sent you ♪
I I got the Homo Sappy Blues ♪
♪ What god sent you ♪
♪ Woo hoo ♪
Could I just drop in?
That sounds like somebody being sawn in half
what you're doing over there.
Mist on the mountain, Istalif.
The boy whistles to the birds.
One white dove back flips.
Ruins, the same shaper's gravestones.
Who lived here?
When did they leave?
The children look into the camera with no affectation.
We sit in silence, smile, stare, shy, curious.
Us and them.
Hope we know when to leave.
The light is almost gone, five separate calls
to prayer sang across the ravine.
A few lights came on, the singing intertwined,
joined for a second, harmonious, then spun off into discord.
I felt my soul open to the singing.
Way below, looking south, the lights
of the airbase, huge and sprawling.
Could be any western city.
But he's amazing isn't he, that face.
Wonder where he is now.
♪ They swept across the land ♪
♪ They did not leave a thing ♪
♪ They did not leave a person I
♪ A stone or a tree I
♪ They did not leave anything ♪
♪ All that's left is sand ♪
♪ I remember father ♪
♪ I remember him I
♪ Every minute I remember ♪
♪ Every moment ♪
♪ Now I hate everyone I
♪ Before, I used to love ♪
♪ One day, thorns shall grow ♪
♪ From their graves ♪
♪ When they return ♪
♪ Thorns shall grow ♪
♪ Over their graves ♪
I I will be waiting ♪
♪ And when they return ♪
I I will be waiting ♪
♪ I will not leave a person ♪
♪ Standing ♪
♪ I will not leave anything ♪
♪ All I'll leave is sand ♪
♪ And then thorns shall grow ♪
♪ From their graves ♪
♪ When they return ♪
♪ Thorns shall grow ♪
♪ Over their graves ♪
I I will be waiting ♪
♪ When they return ♪
♪ Thorns shall grow ♪
♪ Over their graves ♪
I I will be waiting ♪
The electricity goes on and off, the water isn't running.
Incense blown into the car, driver's side,
to ward off evil spirits.
So many in such a small space.
All just getting on with it, going about their business.
And the call to prayer spreads
out its arms across the old city.
The Kabul Mines Museum.
English, Russian, Chinese, Pakistani, Egyptian,
command detonated, made from a pressure cooker,
a USA exploding pen, booby trapped loud speaker.
That sounds like you've got a lot of screaming children in there.
Well, that's what you like.
♪ That's what they want ♪
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
OKQY -
It sounds like the bass is doing a major
over the minor voice and everything else, isn't it?
The bass are going ba ba ba barn,
ba ba ba bam, isn't it?
♪ That's what they want 4'
I Oh yeah ♪
♪ Money, honey I
r See them sitting, in the rain 4'
♪ As the sky is darkening X
♪ Three lines of traffic r
♪ Are edging past s
♪ The ministry of social affairs I
♪ And at a junction on the ground a'
♪ An amputee and a pregnant hound 4'
♪ Sit by the young men ♪ with withered arms ♪
♪ As if death had already passed 4'
♪ Through every alley -way and left 4'
♪ A million beggars' silhouettes ♪
♪ Near where the money changers sit 4'
♪ By their locked glass cabinets s
♪ What has happened X
♪ Let's go and ask I
♪ The ministry of social affairs I
♪ Near where the money changers sit ♪
♪ By their locked glass cabinets ♪
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
♪ >4' Oh yeah 4'
♪ Money, honey I
♪ That's what they want 4'
Be careful what you wish for, Polly.
Thank you so much!
East of the river, the river is the dividing line
between the Washington that's prosperous
and the Washington that's not.
Field trip with Paul Schwartzman from the Washington Post.
We're now in Northwest Washington which is sort of
like the bookend to Southeast and Northeast.
It's predominantly white and highly educated here.
I call it happy land.
I mean could this be anymore different from Anacostia?
Washington's fallen in love with the glass office building.
This city of secrets is tryin' to go transparent.
Lots of trench coats around here.
Guys in trench coats, going to meetings.
Lots of meetings.
This is federal Washington, this is the movie set.
And the interaction with the neighbourhoods
and this is like zero.
I heard there's no metro in Georgetown
'cause they don't want blacks to reach their neighbourhood.
The other side of the river.
I'm getting there, I'm gettin' there.
I can hear it!
Oh!
Ah, that's better!
♪ Oh my Anacostia ♪
♪ Do not sigh ♪
♪ Do not weep X
It's beautiful, isn't it?
♪ In the water ♪
♪ Wade in the water ♪
♪ Children wade ♪
♪ In the water ♪
♪ God's gonna trouble the water ♪
- Shape. - Yes.
Upon a vision of your faith.
In Lord Jesus Christ, your repentance of sin
and obedience to his command, I now baptise you
in the name of the Father, the name of the Son,
the name of the Holy Spirit.
- All right! - All right!
Woo!
Yeah.
♪ Wade in the water ♪
♪ Children, wade in the water ♪
♪ Oh my Anacostia ♪
♪ Do not sigh ♪
♪ Do not weep X
♪ Beneath the overpass ♪
♪ Your saviour's waiting patiently ♪
♪ Walking on the water ♪
♪ Flowing with the poisons ♪
♪ From the naval yard ♪
♪ He's talking to the fallen reeds ♪
I What will become of us ♪
IOh ♪
Should I put a tick? I've just ticked something!
Woo!
It's the first tick.
Ida B. Wells-Barnett, she says what I did not yet know
so intensely was the hatred of the white American
for the black, a hatred so deep,
that I wonder if every white man
in this country, when he plants a tree,
doesn't see a Negro hanging from its branches.
Sheelus!
Try unspeakable, then follow along!
Try unspeakable and follow!
That's it, bra.
That's what'll clear everything up.
I tell you as a young man I used to look
at people and they would fail me.
I mean even Christians and even people, pastors,
but I tell you, you know who never failed me,
and you know who was there with me
in the hardest times of my life?
Jesus.
- Hallelujah! - Hallelujah!
Even when I felt like I was gonna go
out of mind, even when I wanted
to blow my brains out, Jesus was there.
Save me.
And stop everything, and save me.
Jesus.
That wonderful, beautiful name.
- Yes. - Everybody just say Jesus.
Jesus.
A man's man who loved even children.
God, Hove Jesus.
I sure love Jesus.
I used to hate people, but then Jesus found me.
- Hallelujah! - And he changed me.
♪ This is the ministry I
♪ Of defence I
♪ Stairs and walls are ♪
♪ All that's left a'
♪ Mortar holes let' ♪
♪ Through the air S
♪ Kids do the same thing 4'
♪ Everywhere 4'
♪ They've sprayed graffiti r
♪ In Arabic ♪
I And balanced sticks ♪
♪ In human shit ♪
It's gotta be something like that.
Because I was tending to go
♪ Here ♪
♪ ls the ministry ♪
'Cause I was feeling the funk even though
- ...you didn't hear it. - Right.
Was definitely in your head, the funk, for sure.
It was definitely in my head.
Every time I walk past that,
I check to see if my elephant is still there.
I really do!
Everything about it look like an elephant.
The head, the strings of the trees, the tusks.
You can see the eyes, you can see the horns,
- ...the ivory tusks. - Yeah you can see everything.
The whole shape is a elephant.
Yeah!
A full-grown elephant.
Yeah.
I think it's beautiful.
I got forwarded, forwarded an email
asking if we were going to be recording this
192 and 24 bit, that's the only communication
I've had at any part of this process.
The last album was the same thing.
They didn't hear a single thing,
and then Polly invited the top sort
of half a dozen people down to her house
in Dorset, made them all a cup of tea,
put on the mastered CD and then went out
and did some gardening and left them...
To listen to it and then came back in after the gardening.
What do you think chaps?
It's great, isn't it?
♪ If you want to cry out ♪
♪ You can't if you want to cry out ♪
♪ You can if you want to cry out ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
Are we gonna... Or should we do
♪ You can't I
- I'll do that. - Sounds a bit weird doesn't it?
I didn't want to mention it.
♪ You can't I
It had been raised earlier
Not in your presence.
Anyway.
So it's started "if you wanna cry out, you can,
if you wanna", no...
No, I'm not gonna be able to keep a straight face
while I'm singin'.
Tell me again how it's meant to go.
♪ If you want ♪
Hang on.
♪ If you want to cry out ♪
♪ You can't I
♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
So it's just the second time around,
second time through, it doesn't through the f.
Yeah. - Okay,
Anacostia, gospel service, Palm Sunday, 11:00 a.m.
And they designed it that way!
I don't care how many vigils or prayer services we have,
there will always be guns and drugs in our community.
Drugs and guns.
They will always be here says the woman
with the short red hair.
The choir raise their hands, show their palms, open,
facing forward, I have a victory, you won it all for me.
The Lord, Jesus, is black.
His black beard is going Gray at the roots,
maybe he dyes it like the Afghan elders.
A one, two, three four
♪ Here's the Hope Six Demolition Project s
♪ Stretching down to Benning Road I
♪ The well-known pathway of death ♪
♪ At least that's what I'm told ♪
♪ And here's the one sit-down restaurant 4'
♪ In ward seven, nice ♪
♪ Okay, now this is just a' drug town, just zombies 4'
♪ But that's just life a'
♪ In the community of hope ♪
♪ The community of hope ♪
♪ The community of ♪ hope, hope, hope, hope ♪
♪ Here's the highway to I death and destruction ♪
♪ South Capitol is its name ♪
♪ And the school just ♪ looks like a shit hole ♪
♪ Does that look like a nice place ♪
♪ And here's the old mental institution ♪
♪ Now the Homeland Security base ♪
♪ Here's God's Deliverance Centre ♪
♪ And a deli called MLK ♪
♪ In the community of hope ♪
♪ The community of hope ♪
♪ The community of hope r
We gonna stretch that out
♪ The community I
Lemme go back a sec
♪ The community of hope r
♪ The community of I hope, hope, hope, hope r
Why do we say a hope?
♪ Hope, hope ♪
♪ Community of hope ♪
♪ Community of hope, hope, hope, hope ♪
OKQY -
♪ Hope, hope ♪
♪ They're gonna put a Wal-Mart here ♪
Three part
♪ They're gonna put a Wal-Mart here ♪
♪ They're gonna put a Wal-Mart here 4'
We have been driving 'til the air turned cool
and we entered trees and wind,
the rain brewing, wetting the air.
Father Sava, head of Decant Monastery.
Father Sava says we want to belong,
it's human nature, so we look for the group
or the clan to get together.
If you don't have to break the branch, don't do it.
If you don't have to kill the animal, don't do it.
We spent all day in the accursed mountains in the heat.
I saw a procession of nervous boys dressed
in blue and gold on their way to be circumcised.
Sheltered by decorated umbrellas held
by their fathers on the back of a cart.
The Romani drummers who were sweating,
dark-skinned, smelling of salt.
One of them is stoned, his eyeballs bloodshot.
The men dance slowly in white felt hats,
up there in the hills, ancient things.
But they make hay in the old way,
in the cool of the evening.
And me, the only woman present allowed
by the village elder, his face was a map
I need to study closely.
IDada ♪
♪ Dadadada ♪
IDada ♪
♪ Dadadada ♪
IDada ♪
♪ Dadadada ♪
IDada ♪
Yeah yeah yeah, just keep the energy
and the punk up, let's just listen back to that one.
It's quite European.
And then yeah, we can, then it's just a matter
of experimenting with what drop out.
I can hear that verse three
and like loads of stuff coming out,
and then all coming back up.
And it could be just, I like the idea
of it voices and one thing.
Hm.
Ding ding ding ding, and maybe the organ.
One other thing I wanted to get,
is something else, is that amazing oowah
that you got us to do.
There's been so many things that,
when we've listened back to what we have stand out a mile.
And I've realized that they've all come from you.
And it's usually, you make a suggestion,
and we all think, we all go like this,
and kinda what is he?
And it ends up being really something.
Glad I taught you all you know.
Yeah, exactly, I learned from the master, mistress.
Whatever you wanna pay madame, no.
I'm just digging myself deeper.
All about that circle, we love that circle,
T13 'til I die, and for the circle,
we gonna hold the circle down.
Hold up, I'm with the mic, chill, not right now.
Paunie, this is the Southeast
where they wear t-shirts that say R.l.P.,
last year they killed a kid just for his shoes.
He got shot behind the circle
after they hit him in his back behind the circle.
I was born right here, I was raised down there.
Yeah.
All my people died around here though.
My cousin, my cousin shot hisself
in the head in that buildin' over there.
Killed hisself, shot hisself right in the head, bow!
My father got shot at the bus stop right there.
Then my other cousin, Kevin, got smoked right here
from this buildin' right here.
He just came home from all the Feds,
he been home for like a week,
they shot him right here in front of this building.
Oh, look there.
I don't really come down this muthafucka,
like that is dangerous down here, the bull shit.
Yep.
Nah, for real though, I miss this dump, for real.
I miss the shit out of this dump.
Yeah, that shit, it ain't quiet,
it's quiet right now, probably 'cause it's cold,
everybody in they honeycomb hideouts,
it ain't quiet down in this muthafucka.
There's a lot of violence now, isn't it?
A lot of violence.
Then another time, I almost got killed again,
when the first entrance with that,
where they put that house at, there used
to be woods and shit, man come up out there smokin'
and shit, and nigga like, "Hey Paun, there's somethin' out."
Boom boom boom boom!
Man, we're runnin', nigga, we ran and left me,
jumped the big ass gate this high,
ain't never seen nobody run that fast.
His hands and shit was bleedin'
'cause he jumped the gate.
I'm like, damn, I ain't even know the dude,
never seen the dude a day in my life.
Nigga start shootin', I'm like damn,
plenty of time, and a nigga almost killed me over there too.
Came through shootin' out of nowhere,
I was like damn, oh that's fucked up though.
♪ There's a little figure r
♪ On the television 4'
♪ Scratching at the ground I
♪ By a pile of rags a'
♪ Grainy little figures I
♪ On television screens I
♪ Weighing up the moment s
♪ Guilty, guilty X
♪ What's he doin' with that stick X
♪ Which one is guilty S
♪ What's he doin' with that stick X
♪ Which one is guilty S
♪ Power to the predator 4'
♪ The grim reaper s
♪ Grainy little suspects 4'
♪ Runnin' for the shelter I'
♪ Drones have come ♪
♪ Come in the thousands' ♪
♪ But nobody asked us a'
♪ If we wanted them' ♪
♪ If we wanted them, if we wanted them X
♪ Back in the bunker ♪
♪ In the operations room ♪
I A bored soldier ♪
♪ ls eating his lunch ♪
♪ While drones in the thousands ♪
♪ Are unveiled in Texas ♪
♪ To roaring voices ♪
♪ But nobody asked us ♪
I If we wanted them ♪
♪ What's he doin' with that stick X
♪ Which one is guilty S
♪ C'mon where's your guilty 4'
One, two, one, two, three, four.
♪ He raised his hands 4'
♪ Stepped back inside S
♪ Put it on ♪
♪ His ammo belt ♪
♪ He rest his finger' ♪
♪ On his gun a'
♪ And he felt good r
♪ He felt good ♪
♪ He felt understood a'
♪ He wandered out ♪
♪ With every step ♪
♪ His ammo belt ♪
♪ Began to twang 4'
♪ He's speakin' in E
♪ A different tongue I'
♪ But he felt good' ♪
♪ He felt good r
♪ He felt understood a'
♪ Fluttering of the dollar bills I'
♪ Lacing in the wind 4'
♪ Not far from here' ♪
♪ It'll be okay I
♪ From here and there ♪
♪ Pickin' up the change r
♪ Of the dollar bills r
♪ Raised his hands 4'
♪ Stepped back inside S
♪ Put it on ♪
♪ His ammo belt ♪
♪ Rest his finger ♪
I On his gun ♪
♪ And he felt good r
♪ He felt good r
♪ He felt understood a'
♪ He wandered out ♪
♪ With every step I
♪ His ammo belt ♪
♪ Began to twang 4'
♪ Speakin' in ♪
♪ A different tongue I'
♪ He felt good r
♪ He felt understood a'
Chorus!
I He heard the fluttering ♪
♪ Of the dollar bills ♪
♪ Lacing in the wind ♪
♪ Not from here ♪
♪ And it'll be okay 4'
♪ From here or there ♪
♪ Pickin' up the change r
♪ Of the dollar bills r
I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America.
And to the republic for which it stands,
one country, under God, indivisible
with liberty and justice for all.
What a beautiful group.
Build that wall!
Build that Wall!
Yeah!
I agree that people are born into situations
they have no control, I 100% agree with you.
Black people have 200 of like you
that will argue us down over like,
you're not stupid Mark, I can listen
to you speak, you're articulate, you're smart.
So therefore, you have to, you know
what the fuck is goin' on, you don't need us
to be out here like, yo man, this shit hard for us, nigga.
Like, you feel me, I can look at you
and imagine what it's like to have money
and real privilege, so why can't you look
at somebody and say damn, I can imagine
what it's like to not have shit.
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine.
♪ The boy stares through the glass I
♪ He's saying dollar dollar ♪
♪ Three lines of traffic pass ♪
♪ We're trapped inside our car ♪
♪ His voice says dollar dollar ♪
♪ I turn to you and ask ♪
♪ For something we could offer ♪
♪ Three lines of traffic pass ♪
♪ We pull away so fast I
♪ All my words get swallowed ♪
♪ In the mirror glass 4'
♪ A face pock-marked and hollow' ♪
♪ He's saying dollar dollar 4'
♪ I can't look through or past I
♪ The face saying dollar dollar X
♪ Face pock-marked and hollow 4'
♪ Staring from the glass x