Vry Blk Lyrics - Jamila Woods

Black is like the magic, and magic's like a spell 

My brothers went to heaven, the police going to 

... yeah, they're going to, hello operator, emergency hotline 

If I say that I can't breathe, will I become a chalk line 

Line up to see the movie, line up to see the act 

The officers are scheming to cover up their 

Cover up their...ask me no more questions, tell me no more lies 

Your serving and protecting is stealing babies lives 

I'm very black, black, black 

Can't send me back, back, back 

You take my brother, brother, brother 

I fight back, back, back, back 

I'm very black, black, black 

I made a pact, pact, pact 

You take my brother, brother, brother 

I fight back, back, back, back 

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Everything is everything, a mantra says the guillotine 

A missionary commissioned misery into angel wings 

And all he wanna do is be still and cut bread 

Never know the dead, how they whisper "Forgive me" 

Everything is relative, politicize the evidence 

I heard a politician reiterate all the messages 

And all he wanna do is feed family, be famous 

Never know the poor, how they scream out "Redeem me" 

Everything is casualty, a song I heard, the bullets sing 

I know a couple babies gon' see 'em fly tonight 

He wish he wasn't magic, all he wanna do is be a passage 

In a book titled "America the Savage" 

Symphony is symphony, when everything was meant to be 

Piano man and drummer boy just invented a song for me 

And all I wanna do is find love and be happy 

And all I wanna do is find love 

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I'm very black, black, black 

Can't send me back, back, back 

You take my brother, brother, brother 

I fight back, back, back, back 

I'm very black, black, black 

I made a pact, pact, pact 

You take my brother, brother, brother 

I fight back, back, back, back 

I'm very black, black, black 

(Double, double this) 

Can't send me back, back, back 

(Double, double that) 

You take my brother, brother, brother 

(The trouble trouble is) 

I fight back, back, back, back 

(I'm very, very black) 

And that is all I, that is all I know 

And that is all I, that is all I know 

That is all I... is all I know 

And that is all I, that is all I know 

So one day these random girls are at my office, 

And one girl's like, y'all remember how to play Rockin' Robin? 

And we all broke out into formation, and we were like "Popsicle, popsicle, 

a bang-bang me we was rockin' in the treetop..." 

And it was so great, it was like, these Black women that I did not know, had met that day, and we like all knew how to play Popsicle together. 

And then like all of the people who weren't Black were just looking at us like..."Did y'all go to elementary school together?" 

It was literally like the best inside secret that I felt like I had ever had. 

That's one of my favorite things about blackness.