Letras
Scroll through the headlines
Same stain on the same flag
Suit and a suitcase
Full stack in a plain bag
Smiles for the cameras
Deals in the dark room
Tender on the table
Oath in the courtroom
That bridge never built
But the budget got spent fast
Paper in the pockets
Villages stay stuck in the past
We vote, they vanish
Soon as they sit on that chair
They remember their cousins
Forget the people out there
This that brown nation blues
We got too much to lose
Clean heart, dirty news
What kind of future we choose?
From the river to the road to the high-rise view
I'm just tryna see my people all break through
No fear, no hate, just truth in the booth
This that brown, this that brown nation blues (yeah)
They draw sharp lines
On a soft human heart
Pray to the same sky
Still tearing us apart
Argue over gods
While the hungry still wait
What's the use of your faith
If all it feeds is hate?
Burn down neighbors
Then rebuild a shrine
Quoting holy pages
But skipping every sign
If love is the language
Why you speaking in rage?
Dividing up the nation
Like a wage on a page
This that brown nation blues
We got too much to lose
Clean heart, dirty news
What kind of future we choose?
From the river to the road to the high-rise view
I'm just tryna see my people all break through
No fear, no hate, just truth in the booth
This that brown, this that brown nation blues
River running foamy
Like it's coughing out pain
Flowers on the surface
Poison in the vein
We bathe in the blessing
Then dump every sin
Plastic on the water