O the drought we pray for rain
Please please please
Though we doubt the plants will eat
Please please please
Then the sound—a ship at sea
Sea sea sea
Then we found something to eat
A feast feast feast
But he, on the other hand
He, on my mother’s sand
He, on my brother’s land
He’s not our father
He, on the other hand
He, on my mother’s sand
He, on my brother’s land
He’s not our father
He’s not our father
He’s not our father
He’s not our father
He’s not our father
And you laugh, we starve
We aren’t all dead yet
Regret this heart you left here
Instead carve, gorge
You tortured us then
And God forgot us and taught us to live
A joyful celebration of the sounds of Southern rap from an artist who's never felt more at home and in command of her space and vision. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 25, 2023