{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Audius","provider_url":"https://audius.co","title":"We Return From Fighting by ErnestoKade • Audius","description":"[Intro]\nNews on the TV, I turned down the sound,\nTalkin’ ‘bout a strait, a flag, a mission, boots on the ground.\nIn the next room, my kids are sleepin’ tight,\nSo E.K ‘bout to give you the sound tonight.\n[Verse]\nLeft the block, cleaned up my name,\nWife, kids, a job, ain’t the same.\nMornin’s at the plant, nights by their bed,\nRaised ’em so they’d never lower their head.\nNow they want ’em in a uniform, far from the Chi, far from home,\nAfter all I ran from, they takin’ my kids for a war that ain’t our own, on God.\nMy granddad left, they told him “over there you’ll be a man,”\nHe came back, the streets reminded him where he stand.\nWe return. We return from fighting. We return fighting.\nThey sent ’em across the ocean to go chase freedom’s sound,\nThe name the enemy gave ’em, they wore it like a crown.\nThey pinned medals on their chests, talkin’ ‘bout honor,\nWhile down South they were tyin’ ropes, bringin’ horror.\nWe return. We return from fighting. We return fighting.\n[Verse]\nWhile Berlin marched in line, he ran through every race,\nThe world stood up and clapped, FDR played it cool, wouldn’t show his face.\nThey opened a goddamn door, but the one in the back,\nService elevator, medals ‘round his neck, that’s a fact.\nWe return. We return from fighting. We return fighting.\nA rose on a bus, they told her get out the way,\nShe stayed rooted, the whole city bent that day.\nA whole people walked to water her with their feet,\nWhen the law finally bloomed, she’d been there on that seat.\nWe return. We return from fighting. We return fighting.\n[Solo]\n[Verse]\nRed was his name before, a different summer’s red,\nHe gave it back like a debt, one letter instead.\nA journey opened the world, his eyes changed side,\nA Harlem hall, red again, too close, nowhere to hide.\nWe return. We return from fighting. We return fighting.\nWashington at his feet, a whole people marchin’ for their rights,\nWhile a man in the shadows listens to every voice, every night.\nHoover keep a file heavier than the dream,\nA balcony in Memphis, that’s the end of the scene.\nWe return. We return from fighting. We return fighting.\n[Outro]\nAmerica in billions of pixels,\nAll the colors on the screen,\nDemocracy, power, it’s all artificial,\n’Cause the damn movie of life stays black and white, \nDemocracy, \nPower, \nit’s all artificial,\nmovie of life,\nBlack and white.\n\nWritten, composed and produced by ErnestoKade.\nReleased by Tiple Sound Records.","html":"","width":500,"height":480,"thumbnail_url":"https://audius-discovery-3.altego.net/content/baeaaaiqsebnodbdr5sowkrxc2656yspkvyloty6slcrkx5ss4fsx7famkomzi/480x480.jpg","thumbnail_width":480,"thumbnail_height":480,"author_name":"ErnestoKade","author_url":"https://audius.co/ErnestoKade","cache_age":3600}