Slow and Low Lyrics

Ice cream flavored with the blood of slaves

The president invited white America to the cookout

Aye we gon need some emancipation napkins

It's about to get messy up in here

It's the freedom for me

Haha

Sweet nappy headed Jesus

What in the caucasity is goin on

Oh Lord

I don't want no manufactured

And packaged up Juneteenth

I think I liked it better

When no one knew what it means

I think I liked it better

When it was black as the sea

Atlantic specifically

A million Africans deep

Go tell the president

We never will be appeased

What's a freedom celebration

To a penitentiary

Wigga please your legacy

Is prisons and police

We praying every day we ain't murdered for being free

The cross and the lynching tree

Cone with the theology

I know that my God is rolling

With only of the least of these

Crucify us like Jesus my people is godly

Every morning is Easter we rising up indeed

Slow and low

Slow and low

You wanna do it right

You start it the night before

Slow and low

Slow and low

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

Put them collards on simmer

Them ribs on embers

I'm cooking up something to remember

I gather all the chirren

And tell em how we're delivered

I gather all the chirren

And tell em how we deliver

Don't wade up in the water

Just because the river's clearer

The healing is in the mud

The miracle in the sludge

Emmanuel is with us

Wherever our people was

Emmanuel is with

Wherever our people go

We step with a different stroll

We blessing all of our foes

We yes on the Devil's no

We press wit a stubborn hope

Funky and flavorful

This freedom's forever bold

There ain't no way to cheat it

You better get comfortable

Slow and low

Slow and low

You wanna do it right

You start it the night before

Slow and low

Slow and low

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

Slow and low

Slow and low

You wanna do it right

You start it the night before

Slow and low

Slow and low

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

Slow and low

Slow and low

You wanna do it right

Start four hundred years ago

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

The salt won't help

If you ain't got soul

We should all agree

The answer is not

To defund the police

It's to fund the police

Fund them

Fund them