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To Whom It Doen't Concern Video (MV)




Performed By: CHC Beatlab
Length: 3:22
Written by: Taina Jabouin




CHC Beatlab - To Whom It Doen't Concern Lyrics




To whom I know it doesn't concern
To white supremacy
You can whitewash all you want
But remember that white-out can be scraped off
We are tired of scrubbing and birthing children that will have to scrape too
If all lives matter, why is it that only some end at your hands
If all lives matter, I shouldn't know Sandra Bland's name
I shouldn't taste blood when I say it
Like David Jones said, this country don't like brown people
When they don't kill, they deport
John Francis Kelly, Secretary of Homeland Security
Plans to deport 60,000 Haitian immigrants next January
End the Temporary Protection Status currently granted to them
Under the premise that Haiti is stable enough now
So he says...
It's easy for him to say Haiti's open arms are for welcoming
And not for refuge when her children don't look like his
Like the world ain't tried to duct-tape our fallen buildings
Like my PTSD ain't an earthquake inside me waiting to erupt
Like I haven't spent the last 7 years under construction
When I heard the news
I thought about my skin
What it means to look like this inside these borders
To kelly, 60,000 less Haitian people means 60,000 less black bodies
Ohhh Kelly
Ain't no boat big enough to ship this revolution
I speak three languages
You speak supremacy
Ask not who belongs in your country
Ask what made it yours to begin with
Ask who lost sleep for your American Dream
Ask who you turned into insomniacs
Ask whose splattered throats are underneath your bootstraps
Ask whose blood you used to write your constitution
We, the people
We, the immigrant, the brown
We hold our truths to be self-evident that not all immigration laws are created equal
I am here John Francis Kelly, frantic about America's underbelly
Colonization is a beast that regurgitates but still eats
The fear of deportation, the fear of vacating 7 years, however suffocating it is, does not silence me
My activism does not cower before fascism
My black don't break my border
Haitians do more than exist despite you
We are the first black republic
An echoed rebellion
The only all we claim before we say lives matter is all black lives matter
Ask yourself, are you not tired of your own destruction
Aren't you tired of trying to erase a race tattooed on paper
Is it easy for you to say all lives matter if you don't see us as people?
If so, ask yourself, what does that make you
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To whom I know it doesn't concern
To white supremacy
You can whitewash all you want
But remember that white-out can be scraped off
We are tired of scrubbing and birthing children that will have to scrape too
If all lives matter, why is it that only some end at your hands
If all lives matter, I shouldn't know Sandra Bland's name
I shouldn't taste blood when I say it
Like David Jones said, this country don't like brown people
When they don't kill, they deport
John Francis Kelly, Secretary of Homeland Security
Plans to deport 60,000 Haitian immigrants next January
End the Temporary Protection Status currently granted to them
Under the premise that Haiti is stable enough now
So he says...
It's easy for him to say Haiti's open arms are for welcoming
And not for refuge when her children don't look like his
Like the world ain't tried to duct-tape our fallen buildings
Like my PTSD ain't an earthquake inside me waiting to erupt
Like I haven't spent the last 7 years under construction
When I heard the news
I thought about my skin
What it means to look like this inside these borders
To kelly, 60,000 less Haitian people means 60,000 less black bodies
Ohhh Kelly
Ain't no boat big enough to ship this revolution
I speak three languages
You speak supremacy
Ask not who belongs in your country
Ask what made it yours to begin with
Ask who lost sleep for your American Dream
Ask who you turned into insomniacs
Ask whose splattered throats are underneath your bootstraps
Ask whose blood you used to write your constitution
We, the people
We, the immigrant, the brown
We hold our truths to be self-evident that not all immigration laws are created equal
I am here John Francis Kelly, frantic about America's underbelly
Colonization is a beast that regurgitates but still eats
The fear of deportation, the fear of vacating 7 years, however suffocating it is, does not silence me
My activism does not cower before fascism
My black don't break my border
Haitians do more than exist despite you
We are the first black republic
An echoed rebellion
The only all we claim before we say lives matter is all black lives matter
Ask yourself, are you not tired of your own destruction
Aren't you tired of trying to erase a race tattooed on paper
Is it easy for you to say all lives matter if you don't see us as people?
If so, ask yourself, what does that make you
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Writer: Taina Jabouin
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