Race Is Fallacy Songtext
von Adrian Younge
Race Is Fallacy Songtext
Race is a social construct with no biological truth
A fallacy pioneered by immigrating Europeans at the dawn of America
Essentially, the colonists pioneered racism
To stratify a new class structure
So that people of colour could be exploited
Under the doctrine of Manifest Destiny
This principle created a monopoly
With other imperial nations to control and exploit African cargo
Transatlantic slave trade
Now think about this
The bedrock of Western society is built with the blood of African cargo
Fermenting ever so slowly in the absence of oxygen
"I can′t breathe" is abolitisation of the seething energy escaping their last breath
The exclamation of discarded cargo at sea
The Zong
A transatlantic reminder of our weight and buoyancy
In a sunken place
Othello
But as we rise
The pendulum of progress is always balanced with regression
A place of perpetual hell we are forced to deal with
But never accept
Without the participation of young people
We lose speed, and that's why we are losing this race
We must accept that race is a fallacy
Promulgated under the guise of freedom
An over-determined euphemism
Employed to mask a nefarious enigma
Let us not become ensnared by the machinations of patriotism
As the blind patriot is emboldened by a Constitutional Bible
That wasn′t created for me
I say this all to say... we can win
But winning is a determined choice
A fallacy pioneered by immigrating Europeans at the dawn of America
Essentially, the colonists pioneered racism
To stratify a new class structure
So that people of colour could be exploited
Under the doctrine of Manifest Destiny
This principle created a monopoly
With other imperial nations to control and exploit African cargo
Transatlantic slave trade
Now think about this
The bedrock of Western society is built with the blood of African cargo
Fermenting ever so slowly in the absence of oxygen
"I can′t breathe" is abolitisation of the seething energy escaping their last breath
The exclamation of discarded cargo at sea
The Zong
A transatlantic reminder of our weight and buoyancy
In a sunken place
Othello
But as we rise
The pendulum of progress is always balanced with regression
A place of perpetual hell we are forced to deal with
But never accept
Without the participation of young people
We lose speed, and that's why we are losing this race
We must accept that race is a fallacy
Promulgated under the guise of freedom
An over-determined euphemism
Employed to mask a nefarious enigma
Let us not become ensnared by the machinations of patriotism
As the blind patriot is emboldened by a Constitutional Bible
That wasn′t created for me
I say this all to say... we can win
But winning is a determined choice
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