Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download this police brutality protest song by Flatbush Zombies titled “quicksand”.
Flatbush Zombies Quicksand
It has undoubtedly been a quiet week for music, for obvious reasons, but several artists have used their platform and artistic outlet to send out a bigger message. Flatbush Zombies, particularly, came through with their new EP now, more than ever, which feels like a bigger statement than any Instagram Post can convey.
FBZ’s latest project tackles several important topics from racism to police brutality but “quicksand” is a reflection of mental health issues, specifically in the Black community. “My problems is real, mama, my problems is real, I tried to run from my problems until I bloodied my heels,” Meechy Darko raps at the beginning of the verse before diving deeper into the topic, much like quicksand. Reflecting on his own issues, he acknowledges the effects of drugs as he juxtaposes it with the likelihood of dying at the hands of the police.
Flatbush Zombies – quicksand
Lyrics
Don’t pray for me, just press play for me
Don’t cry for me, just put one in the sky for me
Honestly, if you lie, you die to me
Don’t pray for me, just press play for me
Don’t cry for me, just put one in the sky for me
Honestly, if you lie, you die to me
My problems is real, mama, my problems is real
I tried to run from my problems until I bloodied my heels
My problems is real, mama, my problems is real
I tried to run from my problems until I bloodied my heels
I swallowed my courage and then I swallowed my fears
And then I swallow every ounce left in a bottle that’s near
I’m deep in my feels, my right hand on the wheel
I know they say drugs kill, but so do cops who cares?
This shit’s straight ill, nobody know how it feel
I said this shit’s straight ill, nobody know how it feel
Sometimes I want to run, run a million miles away
But there’s nowhere to go, feels like I’m stuck in quicksand
See I don’t need your judgment, shit is fucking with my brain
I’m in way over my head, feel like I’m in quicksand
I’m feeling the connection with my family driftin’
How will it be when I become a father of my own
Lately my brothers been distant
But maybe it’s me, you know your boy gets paranoid
They talk about us from a distance
But hate’s a disease, I’m sure they’ll never find a cure
Wish I could run away from my problems
Until my heels is bleeding, lord knows
Sinkin’, I’m drownin’, I’m submergin’, boy you better get to learnin’
Before that quicksand murk ya (Ah–ah–ah, ah–ah–ah)
Sinkin’, I’m drownin’, I’m submergin’, boy you better get to learnin’
Before that quicksand murk ya (Ah–ah–ah, ah–ah–ah)
