Blood
Sara Jones Lyrics


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It is the thickest blood on this planet
The feet, that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black blood
on back roads marked with rusted dead end signs
They don't fit into any shoes
Not Nike's, and not Reebok's, though they
make em across the sea and sell em to you and me
for fifty times their value *tch* none of them can hold the blood
that coagulated not so long ago, in the lower extremities
of off-color corpses, strung up from trees
Like, drying figs or, hanging poupourri, to
sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry
Before cushioned insoles and arch supports
There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh
backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names
like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even Hilfiger
And black butts that bore marks forever from irons
that preceded those for pressing and curling naps
yanked straight, before relaxers weaves and pink lotion
[British accent]
Branding irons children, now that you've crossed the ocean right
Step up here lit-tle nigger on the auction block and open up your mouth
Right, good strong teeth, good muscle tone
You oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe more
See here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this here
barely used, top of the line...
[American accent returns]
Fast forward to Calvin Klein
and modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph Lauren
A.K.A. low, low, well how low can you go?
Call on black consumers if you want the cash flow
Cause they quick to flip and spend up all they dough
and don't front money, act like you know
We give it up to the Brook-lyn malls
We give it up to the Uptown malls
Cause the white folks figure ain't no question for a nigga
that material posessions can answer
Keep us preoccupied from what we read or what we drive
while our mothers are dying of cancer
We tuck our low self esteem in Euro-trash jeans
some overpriced shit from Donna Karan
As we toast with Hennesey to covert white supremacy
Hiding the thickest blood on the planet
we wearing it under our clothes, the way God dressed our souls
but, check how the proud blood flow through 1996
Adding fuel to the flames of some bullshit brand names
cause we couldn't see past the next pair of fat kicks
It is the thickest blood on this planet
The blood that, sprays and spills in buckets
soaks and stains the nightly news, but fuck it
A colored life still ain't worth but a few ducats
That blood can't be contained by any mind that cannot see a
great black forest for all these cracker trees
I'm talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and child
and child, and child, and whoops, there goes another one
And momma don't know the answer so baby gots to Guess
Oh say young blood, you wanna tell me
what George Marciano, ever did for a negro? Boricua, chicano
brothers and sisters their pockets like blood blisters
Ready to pop, ooze, and drop cash so hot and so fast
it makes a spark
"Yeah mami cause now I got my upside down triangle
My designer question mark"
OH WHY ASK WHY that shit don't make you complete
It's vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeat
Pumping the, thickest blood on this planet
While we take it for granted that, more Selma churches won't be bombed
More bullet riddled bodies won't be embalmed
Another cop won't, commit murder turn around and get a raise
while we pickin over the racks from white owned Doctor J's
to Modell's, Macy's, and Sach's
Shit they just think we ain't never gon' change our ways
and finally answer back:
"No suh, Ise don't want to wear yo' britches
No suh, Ise don't want to grant yo' wishes
That all us negroes." . shall continue to hide, in your shoes
and your clothes, as if we should take pride
in your savage traditions, in genocide
All the spirits you extinguished and never batted one blue eye
Yet your vulture's on our culture like white on brown rice
Bleach our blood and sell it back, special price
on this blood that races through the African veins of the child
on his way to the mall, in White Plains
to catch a confused, lost, land-stealing Columbus Day sale
on a Fila jogging suit, for his brother in jail




That blood, is your blood, it's my blood, it's our blood
It's the, thickest blood on this planet

Overall Meaning

Sara Jones's song "Blood" is a powerful and confronting examination of the legacy of slavery and racism in America. The opening verse evokes the image of spilled blood on back roads marked with rusted dead end signs, drawing a connection between the history of lynching and the present-day struggle for justice. The second verse references the branding of slaves and the auction block, before contrasting this with the modern day ownership tags of designer brands. The final verse is a call to action, urging black people to reject the clothing and shoes that have been marketed to them and to affirm their cultural heritage and identity.


Throughout the song, Jones uses imagery of blood as a symbol of both the violence of the past and the enduring legacy of racial oppression. The phrase "the thickest blood on this planet" is repeated throughout, reminding us of the deep roots of this issue and the urgency of the need for change. By exploring the relationship between consumer culture, identity, and race, Jones offers a powerful and insightful critique of contemporary America.


Overall, "Blood" is a deeply moving and socially conscious work that speaks to the experience of black people in America. It forces us to confront the uncomfortable realities of slavery, racism, and white supremacy and to question the systems and structures that continue to perpetuate these injustices.


Line by Line Meaning

It is the thickest blood on this planet
The blood of African Americans, subjected to years of slavery, oppression, and racial discrimination, is the most significant and fundamental component of their identity.


The feet, that slip and slide in spilled lakes of black blood
The African American community has suffered extensively, with their blood shed on the streets for years, leaving many to slip and slide on their blood as they walk.


on backroads marked with rusted dead end signs
Black people have been forced to lead lives without any future prospects and opportunities, with the dead-end roads symbolizing their lack of access to education, jobs, and healthcare.


They don't fit into any shoes
African Americans do not find any solace or comfort in any shoes or brand as they have been subjected to trials or injustice and oppression in various forms.


Not Nike's, and not Reebok's, though they make em across the sea and sell em to you and me for fifty times their value *tch* none of them can hold the blood that coagulated not so long ago, in the lower extremities of off-color corpses, strung up from trees
Even popular brands such as Nike or Reebok cannot contain the blood of the African Americans that coagulated around their ankles as they were hung from the trees during lynching.


Like, drying figs or, hanging poupourri, to sweeten scenes of Southern gallantry
The hanging of Black people are shown as southerly traditions to answer pride and gallantry of the white community, like the drying of figs, or hanging of potpourri to freshen up their homes.


Before cushioned insoles and arch supports There were feet that sank in rusted chains, and uhh backs that cracked beneath the weight of slave names like Jones, Smith, Johnson, Williams, or even Hilfiger
Slavery was so harsh that Black people were subjected to the most challenging and challenging work under dreadful conditions without basic necessities like shoes, proper bedding, or even a decent last name.


And black butts that bore marks forever from irons that preceded those for pressing and curling naps yanked straight, before relaxers weaves and pink lotion
Black people have suffered through slavery that caused physical damage like scars from irons that were used to straighten their hair to look as per white standards, and thus they used relaxers, weaves, and pink lotion.


[British accent] Branding irons children, now that you've crossed the ocean right Step up here lit-tle nigger on the auction block and open up your mouth Right, good strong teeth, good muscle tone You oughta pick a ton of cotton, must be worth ten dollars maybe more See here ladies and gentlemen how much can I get for this here barely used, top of the line... [American accent returns]
The auction block for Black slaves was a cruel and inhumane system, where the British slave traders even used branding irons to put their mark on the children of slaves, and Black people were viewed as commodities, sold to the highest bidder.


Fast forward to Calvin Klein and modern ownership tags for black behinds, courtesy of Ralph Lauren A.K.A. low, low, well how low can you go? Call on black consumers if you want the cash flow
Even modern-day luxury brands like Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren use Black people's name and influence to generate profit, targeting them as consumers to sell their products to and thus gaining from the same entity they have oppressed for decades.


Cause they quick to flip and spend up all they dough and don't front money, act like you know We give it up to the Brook-lyn malls We give it up to the Uptown malls Cause the white folks figure ain't no question for a nigga that material possessio
Black people have been conditioned to believe that the only way they can elevate their status is by purchasing expensive things, leading them to overspend and get into debt, with white people purposely perpetuating this mentality by inducing materialism in Blacks.


Keep us preoccupied from what we read or what we drive while our mothers are dying of cancer We tuck our low self-esteem in Euro-trash jeans some overpriced shit from Donna Karan As we toast with Hennesey to covert white supremacy
Material possessions are used as a distraction for Black people to focus their attention on, while the real issues often remain unaddressed, leading to a low self-esteem condition where they feel good only because they have branded clothes and liquor to drink, which indirectly perpetuates white supremacy.


Hiding the thickest blood on the planet we wearing it under our clothes, the way God dressed our souls but, check how the proud blood flow through 1996 Adding fuel to the flames of some bullshit brand names cause we couldn't see past the next pair of fat kicks
The pride and identity of Black people have been hidden, and they have been conditioned to hide it under designer clothes, symbolizing the hidden richness of their blood, while ironically still promoting and buying over-expensive brand names to feel superior.


The blood that, sprays, and spills in buckets soaks and stains the nightly news, but, fuck it A colored life still ain't worth but a few ducats
Deaths and homicides of the Black community are portrayed on news as commonplace, showing how little society values their life and how they are reduced only to a mere commodity of the few bucks they can accumulate.


That blood can't be contained by any mind that cannot see a great black forest for all these cracker trees I'm talkin about Afro-Madonna, and child, and child and child, and child, and whoops, there goes another one
The true richness of the Black community's blood cannot be seen by anyone who cannot connect with the historical pain and oppression that they had to endure, which resulted in a highly diverse and beautiful culture globally recognized.


And momma don't know the answer so baby gots to Guess Oh say young blood, you wanna tell me what George Marciano, ever did for a negro? Boricua, chicano brothers and sisters their pockets like blood blisters Ready to pop, ooze, and drop cash so hot and so fast it makes a spark
Mothers cannot always provide answers, leaving them to wonder about the inequities of life and the mistreatment of Black people over the centuries by brand names like Guess or George Marciano and the Hispanic community supporting these names as quickly as they can do, leading to more exploitation.


"Yeah mami cause now I got my upside down triangle My designer question mark" OH WHY ASK WHY that shit don't make you complete It's vanilla concealer for your chocolate heartbeat
People are seen wearing designer stars for brands like Guess, which hides and bleaches their true color and legacy, not letting them express their true nature, hiding it under vanilla concealer, which is only a cover-up for white supremacy


Pumping the thickest blood on this planet While we take it for granted that, more Selma churches won't be bombed More bullet-riddled bodies won't be embalmed Another cop won't, commit murder turn around and get a rais while we pickin over the racks from white-owned Doctor J's to Modell's, Macy's, and Sach's
The pain and suffering of the Black community is glossed over, with their blood continuing to flow thick and fast, while they keep on consuming masses of brand names, knowing that there is no end to these issues and having no hope for the future.


Shit they just think we ain't never gon' change our ways and finally answer back: "No suh, Ise don't want to wear yo' britches No suh, Ise don't want to grant yo' wishes That all us negroes.". shall continue to hide, in your shoes and your clothes, as if we should take pride in your savage traditions, in genocide
Black people intend to stay true to their legacy and aren't willing to adapt to the ways of the white community, refusing to wear or adopt any of their traditions that are the outcome of genocide, like assimilation which would lead to erasure of their identity


All the spirits you extinguished and never batted one blue eye Yet your vulture's on our culture like white on brown rice Bleach our blood and sell it back, a special price on this blood that races through the African veins of the child on his way to the mall, in White Plains to catch a confused, lost, land-stealing Columbus Day sale on a Fila jogging suit, for his brother in jail
White community has audaciously exploited Black culture and identity for decades, never blinked an eye to the atrocities they've committed on Black people, and have exploited Black culture to make prof by commercializing it. Black people now buy black culture back in form of brands like Fila, which increases brand profits and leads nowhere but downtrodden reality.


That blood, is your blood, it's my blood, it's our blood It's the thickest blood on this planet
The blood flowing in the veins of the African Americans is the purest, richest, and thickest blood, involving years of pain, glory, and oppression, highlighting how it is a collective responsibility of all humankind to understand this and stand in solidarity.




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Hip hop to the fullest!!!!
SICK words!!!!
UNTOUCHABLE!!!
This never gets old
still up to date with current events.

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I bought this on CD 💿 as a teenager. Classic!

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Randyrita Ford

Still relevant!

Adewale Ogunboro

Owned it vinyl. Sold it when I was skint. Still feel like an idiot.

Candace Sophia

Not Nikes and Not Reeboks

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