Kishi Bashi
The Tree
Sometimes it feels like i’m always being watched
By the feds, by the white supremacists and the cops
Got my personal security people watching my house
Got my messages encrypted as if it could even stop
Em from listening to the topics i’m whispering in the darkness
From showing up with the patnas and executing an arson
The paranoia is constant the scare destroying my confidence
Filing FOIAs to prepare my lawyers with they documents
Feeling like brother Malcolm when I’m peeking through the blinds
Tryna peer around the street to see who’s creeping in they ride
But if it’s one of them I ain’t gon’ freak or run or hide
I’m finna fight ‘em eye to eye until the weaker one has died

And I drink, and I smoke, and I chill, just to cope with the fear that I will get the rope
But if these motherfuckers come for me, I’ll be singing swinging from the tree

Answering a knock to see if my doordash is here but it’s a MAGA hatted kid brandishing magnums with a leer, so when he grabs me and he drags me to a van and throws me in the back of it I say a prayed to my ancestors, while he’s yelling “Shut the fuck up, bitch, you scream and it’s bloodshed, I swear to God, if you even think about running your guts’ll be splattered all over that sundress, and speaking of which, I’ma need you to undress.” Will they find my corpse freshly dead on my doorstep? I think to myself as I unzip my orange dress. “Stay perfectly still or I’ma have to kill you, gorgeous,” he whispers as he puts the pistol to my forehead

And I know that it’s fine ‘cause I know that my time on this earth has been worth getting dragged through the dirt. (Repeats)