I've heard it all before
That, "Your mission has a cause I cannot ignore
But I can't abide the people, looting robbing stores
When there's violence on the rise, promise I abhor it
I'm glad the law's enforced."
Well you're not informed
There's a long history of violent necessity
In defiance of oppression, the kind to set you free
To provide a people with human rights and dignity
Sit down and start listening as I
Take you back in time: 1789
The French Revolution reverberating around
Aristocratic blood on the streets makin' it shine
And the news would reach half of a million slaves at the time
On the isle of San Domingue- you and I call it Haiti
The richest colony with a half a million in slavery
Provider for the world with the finest of sugar cane
And a death rate faster than people could make babies
A population that was split into three ways
The whites and mix-raced rich could keep slaves
Conditions under which were brutal for these days
They were beat, burned, chopped into bits and re-raped
Meaning raped repeatedly/ and robbed of their decency
But the National Assembly in France has recently
Decreed that everyone under God could equally
Live honestly, decently- and Haiti was listening
At the time, enlightenment writers tried to appeal
By a means peacefully/ writing and legally
Implying that people had them a right to being free
That iron was evilly depriving a people under the guise of Christianity
Lives traded for savagery
Wives taken as property
Child breaking normality's
People kept in chains deprived basic humanities population suffered with Lives facing depravity
Free slaves asked for more rights for the Haitians
Peacefully, they would implore whites for the basics
Aristocratic whites ignored the signs blatant
'Till a warm August night the storm finally came in
Thunder, lightning, broken people uniting
Woah, isn't it frightening- so vivid and striking
No sitting and waiting home, hitting and fighting
White folks inside of their homes catching a knifing
The white slave owners surprised without a question
Never once thought of demise over oppression
Never once considered the lives of the oppressed
Would rise up in rebellion, oh my, they learned a lesson
Rebellion broke out, the streets ran red
The freedom fighters shout, burn houses, cut heads
The people who had thought they had owned them left dead
Cuz when you're on an island, where could any have fled
And so they found freedom- real freedom
when there's no option to wait- steal freedom
Because their opposition was too hateful to see them
As humans, get in their face steal freedom
Now you know why it's so high and ignorant
non-violence is its own kind of privilege
It requires an enemy that has empathy
Can listen your pain and not cry indifference
So tell me now how you let the wicked rest
Condemn violence amidst civil unrest
You might have heard of a preacher who said it best
To riot is the language of the oppressed
King
You know it though