Holy Hate (John Brown)

[Intro] stone doubt in the studio Get it (uh) (yeah) [Verse 1] I ain't ask for this life, I was pushed to the fight Every man got a moment where he see that shit ain't right They done popped Lovejoy - foul bullshit in the night Hol' up bitch ass motherfuckas - we fam in this fight I done lost my business, couldn't keep my pockets right But life be strippin' pride so now I ride for what is right They gon' call me crazy - call me blind, a fool fanatic They made me a madman but the truth gon' get established Moses led 'em through the desert, they complained every night Nat Turner saw the vision, they still say he wasn't right I don't need you to cosign, I just need you to decide (or die) You standin' on the side of God, or comfortable with crimes? [Hook] Holy hate, yeah, I hate you with my soul Sellin' families like cattle, now it's time to pay the toll Sharpenin' my blade, I'm comin' for the trade You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) [Verse 2] It was Kansas, I seen the devil in the flesh Slavers burned Lawrence down, put abolition to the test Border ruffians from Missouri crossin' for the press Free state settlers gettin' murdered, blood up on they chest Pottawattamie Creek, me and my sons came correct Broad swords in the moonlight, five slavers met they death Dragged 'em from they cabins, made examples out of men This the price you pay for slavery - came to collect They gon' call me killer, but they never check the madness Sellin' babies, rapin' women, fuck you thought - get it in You want me to be peaceful? Nah, that chapter closed, bitch The only language that they speak is red, so let's get it in [Hook] Holy hate, yeah, I hate you with my soul Sellin' families like cattle, now it's time to pay the toll Sharpenin' my blade, I'm comin' for the trade You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) [Verse 3] I slipped up to Maryland - called myself Isaac Smith Two hundred rifles in the attic where my soldiers sit Annie and Martha kept the neighbors out the mix Daughters playin' house while we was plottin' for the lick Twenty-two soldiers, Black and white, we made a fist Polishin' the steel, writin' letters, takin' shifts Dangerfield Newby, free man, but his wife and kids wasn't Saved up seven hundred, but the owner kept adjustin' Harriet wrote him letters: "Buy me soon or someone will" "My one bright hope is to be with you" - and still He asked me when he could write back, I said "Soon" - I lied I seen it in his eyes, a man who came prepared to die [Hook] Holy hate, yeah, I hate you with my soul Sellin' families like cattle, now it's time to pay the toll Sharpenin' my blade, I'm comin' for the trade You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) [Verse 4] October sixteenth, Sunday, we crossed into the Ferry Seized the armory, the hostages - Washington's legacy Had his sword from Frederick, pistols from Lafayette Symbols of they freedom that they own hands never kept Cut the telegraph, took the bridge, had 'em on they neck Freed the slaves from nearby farms, handed out the techs Thought the people would rise up, but nobody came correct By the mornin' we was surrounded, militia had us checked Dangerfield caught a spike across the throat and he went down First to fall that day, my brother, face down on the ground Left his body in the street, let the hogs eat what was left Harriet's letters in his pocket, fifty miles from her breath [Hook] Holy hate, yeah, I hate you with my soul Sellin' families like cattle, now it's time to pay the toll Sharpenin' my blade, I'm comin' for the trade You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) [Outro] Robert E. Lee stormed the door, they charged me with treason Told the court "I acted for His poor" - that's the reason Forty-five minutes, guilty - December I was hung Booth was in the crowd that day, Stonewall Jackson brung his guns Wrote my last words on a paper 'fore they pulled the lever: "Crimes of this guilty land get purged with blood" - I'm a believer Six hundred thousand dead before they finally understood They hanged me as a traitor, now they say I stood for good Dangerfield never saw his wife, his kids got sold away But Harriet made it back to Virginia, lived to see a better day Her descendants still alive - so tell me, was I wrong? Freedom is a seed, take a century to grow strong (truth ain't never dead) (truth ain't never dead) (truth ain't never dead) (truth ain't never dead) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember) You gon' remember John Brown's name ('gon remember)