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curt kennedy - sunken place lyrics

[intro: curt kennedy]
“h+llo. yeah. nah, i’m bagging, i’m still in this jawn. yeah. (laughs) nah, man, i’m coming. nah, nah. nah, i know, i finished the chapter++ #see4. chapter 4. so i’m looking at the appendix real quick. yeah. nah, this jawn aight, it’s wild, it’s like deeper information. yeah, i’m telling you, you gotta read this jawn. yeah. nah++nah, nah, i think the only, right now so far, the only critique, i would say, is probably, like, it don’t, it ain’t really saying as much about how black people be, like, how we be wild to each other.”

[verse 1: curt kennedy]
between two worlds, i feel the pressure
trying to make me fold like clothes that’s in the dresser
you gotta have goals, they told me never sever
and the block stays hot but the world is cold as ever
go figure, had a dream of old figures
but deprived of that birthright, wasn’t light or birthed white
curse of ham i never believed
but best believe we were cursed by the system, it didn’t work right
so living wrong is what we thought we were owed
it’s what we were told, pay them back for the separate commodes
never snitch is the code, getting hitched is a no
be a g, get 20 years in the system so we can boast
is better than 20 years in the military with benefits
disciplined, leaving your family something you didn’t get
melanin’s more important than most religions, too
the only thing that matters is if the hood is living in you

[interlude: curt kennedy]
“that’s how it is when you on the pound, it’s like ++ it’s like, to be black, you gotta be real, you gotta be gangster, you gotta hustle, dumb in school, like ++ stuff like that, man. it’s just, you feel like you trapped, like you don’t got nothing else to do when you in the streets. even in the church when you black, sometimes, it’s like if you don’t got issues with what white people doing or the government, this and that, you ain’t real.”

[verse 2: curt kennedy]
welcome to eternity, glad you are saved
oh, you reformed? that’s what’s up, so you know you depraved
you probably in a white church so you gotta behave
reading from theologians that probably owned them some slaves
how you feel about that?
you black, is it p+ssing you off?
you read theologians that cheered for the holocaust?
you cool with that fact?
you being black is not culturally smooth unless you can rap
and make these non+rhythmic people look cool? cool
i see your church is diverse in attendance
do you teach privilege that whites have that should lead to repentance?
your body language just changed when i finished that sentence
what, you uncomfortable pushing back on white people’s agendas?
just ’cause we christian, we supposed to ignore when this happens?
they scream for other issues but when it’s ours, there’s no action?
thanks but no thanks, you don’t see what’s at stake
pastor curt, best of luck, ’cause you are in the sunken place
part 2

[verse 1: curt kennedy]
struggling to survive, where every day i live as i die
i’m not afforded a why, i’m escorted to the edge and told fly
and that my wings they will sprout when i try
i was part of the sickness that i created, hated, never debated
hereditary trauma makes everything escalated
pupils are dilated, scruples are now created
and loopholes the size of wakanda are overrated
boot holes, i laced it, slavery is the matrix
and morpheus is white with the red or blue pill, take it
every day i’m waiting for adam, and eve’s naked
but these fig leaves of color, they cover me and i hate it
this place has no rape kit, hospitals and s+d+sts
say this, you have been liberated, your status
is no longer slavish, what are all these complaints if
civil rights fixed it, you have no right to say this but
help me! i don’t wanna be sunken
wish to god i was lunching, how many walls can i punch in
will you help me! my esteem has no self
worth, “help” my first words since my birth
welp, they will not acknowledge my pain
so i’m destined to relive it all again, again and again
i can not pretend, not again, again, or again
or wait for it to end, not again, again, or again
i’m feeling all the pressure ’cause every whip to my ancestors
stung every generation to come, this plantation
me and my mans came from is the mental cotton field
got a glock and spiel, what have we become?
we k!lled frederick douglass’s son, while on the run
from our own skin, embracing the perception they gave us
i got a low chin, they told us jesus can save us
but all we see is the greatest occupation is worship white men
please, i’m past feeling sorry for self
but still an endangered species to those that made wealth
off of free labor, freemasons, tree hangers
made us the most dangerous so the country would hate us
from lincoln’s hiatus, everything that they gave us
made it clear that they haters, let’s be clear, they hate us
believe we can never be, so many of us never be
aware, our self+esteem will never be prince hakeem
[hook: curt kennedy]
help me! can you hear what i’m saying
that underneath all the anger is serious pain
would you help me! i’m not shifting the blame
i’m just saying that my skin isn’t seen as the same
would you help me! show me god don’t condone
taking me from my country and home
please somebody help me, tell me i’m just like you
that i was made in his image just like you

[verse 2: curt kennedy]
the psychological impact of your pigment is making you feel ignorant
born and raised here but indigenous
surrounded by viciousness, the spirit of hitler is
inhabiting people who really think that the spirit is
ridiculous, here it lives, the cross or the pyramids
the pain that comes out the pen redefines what a mirror is
the church is delirious, ignoring what’s serious
we one and the same but black’s inferior, isn’t it
my skin is what’s militant, but making me vigilant
all because some white people said black and n+gga’s equivalent
and slavery’s different, the chains are a mental assent
that came from the hundreds of years they made us belligerent
hate your own melanin, neighborhoods you can’t live in them
let their schools be deficient and tougher laws to imprison them
the drugs that we give to them will help bring an end to them
and then say the problems they face is ’cause they give into sin
ignore what it did to them
[interlude: curt kennedy]
ignore what it did to them
and when they say it, be glib to them
and say the problem, it is with them
and when a few break the mold
tell the rest they’re just ignorant

[verse 3: curt kennedy]
the pain and the pressure, the blood stain stains the brain
feels like forever
the more things stay the same, i’m like whatever
when they claim christ he came then treat us better
should i start naming names, an open letter
but who gon’ read
yeah, slavery’s gone but its consequences move in me
so how you act like my being black, right
might be cool if i act white
’til the cop with his flashlight fears that i might attack like
a pathology that strikes ’cause i’m pr+ne to react, right
that’s just me being black, right
i ain’t saying you racist, but do you hear what i’m trying to say
this quote+unquote christian nation took my imago dei
there’s grave implications that affecting me in this way
when you say that i’m good ’cause civil rights took the evil away
i say it ain’t so, ’cause we ain’t standing on equal ground
and what hurts is the church is where i thought that this would be found

[hook: curt kennedy]
help me! can you hear what i’m saying
that underneath all the anger is serious pain
would you help me! i’m not shifting the blame
i’m just saying that my skin isn’t seen as the same
would you help me! show me god don’t condone
taking me from my country and home
please somebody help me, tell me i’m just like you
that i was made in his image just like you

[outro: samples]
“geneticists, anthropologists, people today would say racism is a cultural+social construction, that’s what it is. we’re the ones who decide what differences we’re gonna look at.”
“it’s very common for me to be in a meeting and meet someone and share with them, and the one thing that they will say is, ‘well, he’s very nicely dressed.’ well, i didn’t come to the meeting for you to observe whether or not i’m nicely dressed. i came to interact with you on an intellectual level and would very much like to be appreciated as such, an intellectual equal.”
“so i got up one sunday night and i preached a sermon entitled ‘all nations will bow before him in worship,’ and i talked about how we were going to become a congregation that was open to all races, all people. well, i went home, there’s a knock at my door, and it’s a couple from the church. they’re, you know, tried, true, long+term pillars of the church. and they were shaking, they were so upset. and they said, you know, ‘we left the inner city to get away from the black people. you are not going to do this. you’re not bringing them into our congregation.'”

- curt kennedy lyrics

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